Word of the Day 11/10/17 – Reminiscing of a Sage

WOTD: senesce In my eighty years of life, I’ve left many worlds behind, each phasing into the next. The pleasant green fields of corn have vanished, and suburbs have grown in their place. The vibrant memories of my youth swirled in my mind, often losing themselves in the vortex. I have senesced into a mighty oak, but the rot of time has begun to devour me, and I too will make way for something new in my stead. My values have no value, my beliefs are unbelievable.  When death takes me, I can sow one final seed for a new … Continue reading Word of the Day 11/10/17 – Reminiscing of a Sage

Writing: Pass the Salt

Original “Salt?” She asked. “I swore off salt a while ago. Bad for your health, it gets everywhere, it just doesn’t make sense to eat it, and I don’t know why other people do it.” He replied. “But this salt is your salt. You’re going to be responsible for it in my plate.” She replied as she pointed a finger at her plate. “No it’s not, we’ve been over this.” He retorted. He pointed to three guys are nearby tables. “They’ve had their salt around you, and I think it’s one of theirs.” “How do you know it’s not your … Continue reading Writing: Pass the Salt

Jack and Neal Swing in Squaresville

Here’s a short story I wrote over the past month. It’s an idea for mixing a funk theme with a fantasy that I had several years ago, but for the purposes of the project I was working on, I added a bit of beat poetry lingo into the mix. Squaresville was looking unusually way out when Jack and I rolled up to the scene. Squares everywhere looked like someone had fell on them. “Halt, do not come closer to the gate!” The fuzz screamed as he crawled out from behind the door. He looked like he had seen a ghost! … Continue reading Jack and Neal Swing in Squaresville

Word of the Day Hiatus

After some thought on the matter in my last update, I’ve decided to take some time off to take a breather from Word of the Day writing. I’ve been at the practice for five days a week since the end of October, and lately my work feels uninspired and, at times, just angry (Climbing Out is an example of this). I have enough creative writing on my plate with my class at the moment, and I intend to do an occasional blog post on various subjects when time and interest allow. I’m glad that people have taken the time to … Continue reading Word of the Day Hiatus

Climbing Out

Magic Word: Hegira My life has been one constant hegira from my poor decisions and bad luck. I guess you can say that I’ve become a professional at making the best from the worst. In this case, I’ve learned to improve myself through learning what not to do at first. My brother died from alcohol poisoning, therefore I abstain at the cost of my social life. That’s all people do down here is drown out their sorrows in whiskey and hard liquor. Any shows which don’t involve sports, westerns or the US military are for steers and queers here. One … Continue reading Climbing Out

Political Play

Magic Word: fard Note: I’m using the term for an undefined meaning; to embellish or gloss over. The politician farded over the truth of the elections, which wasn’t necessary for the people to know. What would it matter to them if they knew the elections were rigged. What would they do, take arms on their Twitter accounts? Nevermind that they demanded change and asked him to do it; they don’t know what they want, just look at the last guy they voted for! Now they want to undo everything he did. When the confusion blankets the building, that’s the best … Continue reading Political Play