To write dying 

How do you write under water?

Everything has become so electric and dogmatic. The slow climb of static building 

as you cross a carpeted room.

Like a kid
Approaching a coffin at a funeral. Your body of work there. But empty of life.
Or pond scum; water stripped of its currents.Without depth.

This is our work.
What can we write anymore. Or how to craft it. Is it safe? While the archers are on the wall?

Have the rules changed?
You go back and forth

Push for a persuasive essay 

Push for another soap box 

But our feet are made of clay
Maybe the craft is simply writing

Asking questions 

Always 

Continuing 

Just so long as we move forward

Turn the page.

Maybe we can just create.

One line. One sentence. 

Forget published 

Forget click bate. 

Make me turn the page. 

Seduce me. 

That’s what writing is saying.

Write dying.

What do you need to say?

A ballroom dancer, what’s the final dance?

Someone giving birth,finally able to drink, what’s the thirst?

The tools are in your hands.

Turn the page.

 

Art,Life,Heart.

I have slight arthritis in my hands. I can tell when it’s going to rain. A couple of weeks ago,it hurt so bad I had a hard time writing. I usually write letters to my wife since she works a different schedule than me. So instead I just cleaned and brought her lunch. 

It really scared me though,because I never thought about not being able to write before. Until then. 

I think The Arts are so important. You can create something from nothing. Maybe social media makes that easier than it used to be, or even should be. 

Slam Poets get up and speak with passion in their voices…

But I don’t think it’s safe to relive every creation. You know? I think we have to be strong enough to separate ourselves and deliver our creations…our work…tell the story,without self harming ourselves,walking through old coals and dead fires.  

That’s not good mental health.

Writing and creating,photography, all of it…it’s such a special thing. These are the things we give back…we take care of each other with. It’s the proof we were here. 

Not everyone is going to understand that. And that’s ok. And someone is going to be offended. That’s a given. But speak. Work. Create. Tell your story as only you can. Keep moving forward. No one else is you. And that’s a beautiful thing. We are not meant to be alike. 

Every occasion and every moment. You see things no one else ever will. 

Make your art.

I love you guys. Thank you for all of your support and everything you do. 

 

September 

 September has always been one of my favorite months. Partially because it is my birth month. And because fall starts,and everything from now,straight on to New Years is wonderful. Plus – apparently


This happened. Now I don’t know, I mean, I wasn’t there. But it’s still a great piece of work. Just look at that man on the moon.

It’s time to break out Harry Potter to read again. And drink hot chocolate mixed with coffee.

It’s time to write about anything.

Absolutely anything.  I once wrote a story about Christmas ornaments and snow bunnies. I’m not saying it was good. But I wrote it. I also wrote about a haunted Easter bunny that ate lazy children.

Man,this time of year is my favorite

You have no idea.

It’s September

It’s time for old films

Music

And dancing

It’s time

For days in bed

And early mornings writing

It’s time to relax

And just let yourself go

Just like nature

It plunges into one last creative work

And look at it

With all of our passion

What could we do

As we store up from all that is around us

Maybe it’s just me

Maybe I’m an empath

Maybe I just collect things

Maybe we were just meant to create

With good energy

And passion

With hard lines

And sharp colours

With language

With tears

What else is there ?

Advice for writers from Neil Gaimon

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“Start telling the stories that only you can tell, because there’ll always be better writers than you and there’ll always be smarter writers than you. There will always be people who are much better at doing this or doing that – but you are the only you.
Tarantino – you can criticize everything that Quentin does – but nobody writes Tarantino stuff like Tarantino. He is the best Tarantino writer there is, and that was actually the thing that people responded to – they’re going ‘this is an individual writing with his own point of view’.
There are better writers than me out there, there are smarter writers, there are people who can plot better – there are all those kinds of things, but there’s nobody who can write a Neil Gaiman story like I can.”

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So let’s create
Let’s tell our stories