Today I read some of my things here and found them amusing. Ok, so I’m am not the next superstar…
I’m funny.
I’m excited to be back!
Now if I can only figure out how to post…
Hope to see you here!
Category Archives: Dreamer
So here I am…
I’m a story teller. You already know that. I invent things, sometimes things that I can not have. I dream. I want more time. I fly. I crawl. I dance. I manage to become hundreds of people, while the me that’s inside is often lost and afraid. Do you love me? Do you hate me? Do you wonder who I am? Open your eyes.
The answer is very clear–so do I.
In and Out
The simple thought of motion defines so many parts of life. In a smaller sense it describes activity in a microcosm of our day. I went into the kitchen and came out with my coffee…
Maybe not what someone was expecting, but apt nonetheless.
I find the concept of a quick turn around defining many parts of life, and I object. We all prefer in the hospital to be a quick out of the hospital, but in love needs to last a life time.
I insist on the permanence of certain concepts–liberty, happiness, choice, freedom, love—being among my favorites. It makes me wonder how these things can so easily fall into the category of temporary.
Yes, someone may point out that liberty, freedom and choice are the same thing, but that is not always true…
My mind is open. How about you?
Making A Sound
In the proverbial forest, I fell without much of a noise. The subtle rustling of leaves, the scant passing of a single bird…no one was there except me.
I’d like to think that someone has noticed my absence, my tumble, but in the face of so many posts by so many talented people the chances seem minimal.
For all of you who have been waiting for Dancer, the book will be published on the 28th of this month available on Amazon.
For those of you who have been waiting for me to pick myself up from the forest floor…I am growing new sprouts, tending the flowers and about to bloom yet again.
Life with a Dragon
Sometimes it’s a long road to crazy. I find myself objecting to being categorized among the outsiders of humanity. I’m too outspoken, too loud, too free with my opinions…or perhaps my opinions are too unrestrained. Whatever the reason, I am branded with the rest of you as “different.” Yes, we are a group of unusual people.
Now, I have no problem holding my head up and saying I prefer the unique. Life is too short for conformity. There has been only one major repercussion–I have difficulty selling books.
As an artist, I shrug off the discomfort. As someone who needs to eat, life can become interesting without money. I envision myself as an old man standing in a subway tunnel with an open guitar case. I read poetry to the passing masses. The upturned hat–yeah that’s right–it’s for change.
“Can you spare a dime?”
We are all unique in some way. Fortunately, I am young enough to sustain my lifestyle and my dignity, at least for now. I can’t stop writing. It wouldn’t be possible if I tried. Therein lies the insanity.
Snow
Snow–By the end of the day it will all be gone. Like everything it is temporary. I often wonder why as humans we are born with such an absolute sense of permanence. We mourn at the thought of death. Yet, the beauty around us–even as the temperature rises on a snowy day–melts and fades with each passing moment. All things change.
Even I am different. Touched by the watery ice that cascades from the tree tops, I embrace the impermanence. I touch the essence of forever.
Goose News
Come on, WordPress… we got 20,000 comments on one post without going viral or being negative… give us some love!!!
People! Join the revolution! Put your name in the history books.
***REBLOG THIS POST***
Let’s send a message to WordPress. We are the ones who make this work. Without us, WordPress is a bunch of empty white boxes.
We tried to set the record for the most comments on one post. WordPress claims they don’t know what the record is. But we found posts that went viral and got millions of views and they have way less comments than our crazy post does. And we didn’t do it by writing something obnoxious. We did it with love and fun.
And you can still be a part of it!
Here is the link to the post: http://wp.me/p25PYJ-21u
You can still come and add a comment. Just say hi. Or meet some great people and join in our funny games. We write poetry, people have tried seducing themselves to see who could…
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Have yourself a merry little…
Here is my interview with Patrick O’Scheen
Name –Patrick O’Scheen
Age—I hate personal details. I am almost 3 cat years old.
Where are you from—I was born…no, I was not hatched.
A little about your self `ie your education Family life ect– I have no formal education in writing. I am a product of a reader gone mad. I write stories that I would like to read. I prefer to think of myself as a grey tabby.
Fiona: Tell us your latest news?
“Kris,” my third book, was released last month. It’s a mystery story seen through the eyes of an orphan and a cat.
Fiona: When and why did you begin writing?
I had a sudden change of direction dictated by my health. As a captive in my own house, I was at the mercy of popular authors. I began writing because I had ideas to voice, and too much time. My books are my legacy…
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