I’m still on semi-blogging break, but I wanted to let you in on a few announcements.
First, I got a job writing a weekly column for The Good Men Project! The column is on raising compassionate boys. My first article goes up on Wednesday 7/16 at 9:30 am EST. Come on by and say hello.
Second, I’m curating Stories That Must Not Die for the next two weeks. If you have a story that needs to be told, even if you need to tell it anonymously, please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and you can guest-blog at STMND. By the time you read this, I will have a post up there. Come on by and say hello.
Lastly, thank you for coming by here and saying hello during the blog break. May you know peace and joy.
When I was in junior high school, we had an assignment to write a poem that I completely forgot about. When the teacher asked for the poem, I took out a piece of paper and quickly scribbled down a haiku. A few weeks later, I was called in front of the class and given a poetry award. My poem was later published in an anthology.
Running through the fields I see a green grasshopper Dead under my feet Continue reading →
I originally wrote this fictional epistolary piece for the DPChallenge: Shift Your Perspective, until I re-read the challenge and found out that you had to write about blogging. I decided to post this story anyway after reading Professions for Peace’s posts about forgiveness and stumbling and Tracy’s post about letting go. I also think it applies to Mirth and Motivation’s post FOCUS: PEACE. I apologize for any offensive language; I was trying to portray the character as realistically as possible.
I hope this letter finds you well. I know we haven’t spoken in sometime now, but I recently heard about your incarceration and I wanted to reach out to you. I know everything about the case, and I wanted you to know that I still love you. I will help watch over your kids until you get out.
If you want to write back, here is my new address:
199 E. Pearl Ave Gate #7
Harmony, Ca 93435
Coming out of cyber-sleep always feels like a bad case of food poisoning. Lt. Kozo sat in the sanitizer chamber for the better part of an hour as every orifice convulsed and expelled whatever liquid was left in his body.
“I know this is just a ploy of the GenCorp. For all I know, I was only sleeping for five minutes,” thought the lone explorer hoping that the thought scanners were not activated yet.
Ever since the Toxic Meltdown, all exploration was executed remotely by lone explorers in 3D simulation chambers. Kozo knew that the reason they isolated the explorers was so the GenCorp would have full control of anything of value found by the “expendable” explorers. Continue reading →
People who like GIFs (a series of images that create the impression of movement) are the same folks who slow down on the freeway to try to catch a glimpse of something gruesome after a car wreck. Ok, that’s a bit of an over-generalization taken out of context meant to be incendiary, which is a pretty good definition of an animated GIF. Continue reading →
“I’d love to see people wearing their subcultures proudly! So the holiday is simple– just label yourself and wear it all day. Use a piece of masking tape, or a Hello My Name Is sticker, or whatever– but let people know! You are what you are, and you are glorious.”
November 21st is officially International Label Day. I know this is late notice, but it is not too late. Put on a label and see what happens. If you want, you can take a picture, post, and pingback to Rarasaur’s blog to join the party. Continue reading →