100 Day Project Three – Day 4
DAY 4 (June 15th, 2018) MY EYES My eyes are old and I cannot see. Yet still your soul reveals itself to me. Daily Word Count: 115 EXCERPT “Lalooch, if you pleas...
DAY 4 (June 15th, 2018) MY EYES My eyes are old and I cannot see. Yet still your soul reveals itself to me. Daily Word Count: 115 EXCERPT “Lalooch, if you pleas...
DAY 3 (June 14th, 2018) WAITING IN VAIN I waited in vain for a warm word— too much a burden, I suppose for you to bear. Daily Word Count: 124 EXCERPT “Wel...
DAY 2 (June 13th, 2018) IF I COULD REACH If I could reach into the past and pluck a petal from that ghostly flower I’d pull you back and tell you that I l...
DAY 1 (June 12th, 2018) ON WRITING POETRY The first verse is easy. The second one strained. The third one is broken. The fourth one maimed. Daily Word Count: 12...
I started my first 100 day project a little over a year ago. For three months over the summer, I spent time during the week and much time over the weekends writ...
THE STEPS Step One: Let go of anger and hate, for they otherwise will consume you. Step Two: Let go of sorrow. It will pass. Step Three: Find peace in the prese...
Not Ready I’m not ready to die just yet. I’ll keep pushing this body past its years. God will forgive me if I covet yours for a little longer if I o...
A Prose Poem Resurrection The bird had been broken—shot through by a huntress with a cavernous mouth and teeth like stalactites and from its depths was heard a ...