Category: Nonfiction

A Bunch of Nonsense

Hello. May the Fourth be with you.  This post has been inspired by a couple blogs, but I’ll get to those as the words go on. A big thank you goes out to Mike I., who I perform improv with. Due to his help, giving me a head’s up, I’m in the middle of excitement of…

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Observations: Hiccup Monday

The writing process is… The art of writing a blog post to be published to the alternative Syracuse New Times.  Disliking it.  Scrapping 1,000 words written without hesitation. The art of writing a second post, disliking it before scrapping the 600 words without hesitation. Finally writing and settling on a third draft. Disliking parts, tweaking…

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Observations: March 19 – 23

This song is so appropriate for some reason [I have yet to figure out]. Noticing a used hardcover book of 300+ pages–a collection of collections–of e e cummings’ poetry sitting near the register. ***   ***   *** The United States Congressman, representing Central New York, spilling coffee upon himself.  (More on that later… Tuesday.)…

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Observations

***   ***   *** Love like a drag from a cigarette.* ***   ***   *** My reluctance walked slowly, backwards out of my mouth. ***   ***   *** Her thoughts are flower petals, bold and poignant.  However, one you try to move, manipulate those those words, petals off the stem, they brown…

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Observations: February 13 – 16

The snowfall is a thought catalyst that evokes acknowledgement of others’ mentalities, the common senses of those around you.  Do they have it or don’t they? We have those that mosey in the middle of the roads, selfishly blending two lanes that others share and drive within into one for their very own. Those that…

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An Exit

With one last effort, as dynamic as the last push had been, the fire flickering from the center of the candle exhausted itself.  The burst of smoke illuminated and dispersed as quickly as the spark from a finger snap’s friction.  However, the longer the smoke lingered, the sorry one felt for it.  Despite it being…

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