Es gab wenige Straßen durch dieses Stück der texanischen Wüste. Wahrscheinlich war das nächste lebendige Wesen mehrere Stunden weit entfernt. Es war eine Wüste und eine Strecke, die wenig bereist wurde. Sie war gefährlich, da sich niemand um die Straßen kümmern konnte. Sie war so abgenutzt und von der Sonne geblichen, dass die weißen Streifen … Continue reading Das Große Nichts
Tag: Creative Writing
Untethered and Longs Nights
July 17th, 2013 The Camino de Santiago looms near. Start day, 46 days away. I remember my time in Germany when I had just 46 days away before I was going home, and the days flew by like summer days do, gone before I realized it. June, July, August, seem to be half of the … Continue reading Untethered and Longs Nights
To Teach Creativity
May 17th 2011 My bananas are sitting on the seat of a bus somewhere in Bamberg Germany, alone. I realized on my leisurely stroll back to the student dorms that I left the bag of bananas on the bus. How awkward that would be to find a bag of bananas riding unaccompanied in the bus seat next … Continue reading To Teach Creativity
Impurities
The black ebony slid across the blank white sheet Marking, slowly, gentle pressure An idea in mind Supposedly able to do anything. Holding the long wooden stick softly Slowly, it scratched across the paper Sketching. It’s supposed to be pretty, supposed to be right. Correctly molded it can be anything. As an eager child it … Continue reading Impurities
Learning Soft Hands
I remember one of my favorite things about Shady Hollow was the nights that Laurel gave me a ride home in her little black and silver truck with the Navajo blanket draped over the bench seats. The seats were filled with horse hay and granola bar wrappers. I took these precious times to ask her … Continue reading Learning Soft Hands
Poesie Sans, Souci 