January 2011
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The Stories I Have Heard
A small something that I wrote for a wonderful friend of mine.
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I cannot quite remember where or when, but I have heard stories of a woman who sits in a willow tree on the east side of the western hills. She spends her time making collages from magazines and playing the guitar. Deaf men have told me that her voice smells like honey. I have no true way of knowing but I...
infinityclarity asked: I only just recently started following your blog, and I'm already in love. <3.
I was just wondering how you keep a high standard of writing if you leave a piece for an hour or, God forbid, a day?
I was just wondering how you keep a high standard of writing if you leave a piece for an hour or, God forbid, a day?
blueeyesandunicycles asked: how many people are you following?
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The Ant on the Windowsill, or, A Treatise on an...
We can feel the ant fading into the crags of our recollection. Soon it will be swallowed by some other small thing and replaced. The battle will have conquered it. Change has come and gone, windswept the deserts and shaken the seas. And we ourselves will find our places in it. We will have what time is given to us; we will have our moments together. And we will be nothing less than what we are...
nyamwithcheese asked: Where do you get your inspiration? lol jk. but seriously though, i love your works. they have a certain elegance to how they flow.
soulsong asked: I don't always like your writing. I started following you because i read one of your posts way back when, and liked it, thinking that I want to hear more of this. But most days I check my tumblr, see a new post from you and just go back to fb. I dont know you after all. Thats probably why I dont like it sometimes. Because it looks long and meticulous to read. Because sometimes I dont care...
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The Ant on the Windowsill, or, A Treatise on an...
But perhaps most of all, the ant does not worry for remembrance. It has no concept of great heroics, legends, aspirations. It only knows that it in of itself is something great, for it is dutiful and virtuous as much as an ant can be. It does not wrestle with quandaries of whether it will be remembered by the colony once it has passed through the remainder of its world. It does not squabble over...
soulherb-deactivated20120210 asked: You're an amazing and eloquent writer. So, i guess my actual question to you is, do you ever get tired of people asking where you get your inspiration from?? Ha
logastellus asked: I'm certain you receive this far too often, but you, my friend, have inspired me.
That is a great success nowadays.
:)
That is a great success nowadays.
:)
myamani asked: I love your work.
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The Ant on the Windowsill, or, A Treatise on an...
And so now we can understand how, after all that time, the ant is still wandering on the windowsill. It is swept swiftly through the corridors of time, content in its path through the universe. And we, the watchers, may rest easy at last in knowledge that this is how things are meant to be. There might be some great plan set out for us, there might be nothing; this does not change anything....
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The Ant on the Windowsill, or, A Treatise on an...
Ants, unlike people, allow themselves to be taken places. If there was a great abyss, undulating like a tide in the belly of the universe, ants would be among the happy debris free-flowing across its breadth. And people - oh, you foolish things - would be staring deep into the depths and calculating exactly how far a drop it would be, how long it would take to sink to the source. And yet somehow...
letskeepitfreshk asked: I could read through your writing all day.
It is meaningful and beautiful. =)
It is meaningful and beautiful. =)
ereyana asked: Refreshing choice of words! I have just stumble upon this beautiful collection and hopefully be able to read all of your works.. ^^,
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The Ant on the Windowsill, or, A Treatise on an...
But, truthfully, we have every reason to be frightened of this life. Let us look at the long stretch of time before us, behind us, and realize exactly what it means to be amidst that vastness. I am certain that no matter what rulers we may attack the future with, it will remain both ever-present and forthcoming. Every severed inch of time will take a life of its own, and such small things will...
huochangshan asked: I absolutely love your writing. Where do you find inspiration?
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The Ant on the Windowsill, or, A Treatise on an...
Observe the ant. Regard the grace with which this noble beast of labor patiently picks its path across the battle-scarred terrain of a windowsill. Not battle-scarred in the usual sense - not carved into by war-wounds or hollowed out by artillery - but windswept and war-torn in that this is the very place of ever-ravaging change. A billion years ago, this was dust. A mere million, it was perhaps...
thew0lf-deactivated20110626-dea asked: Does the rain inspire you? If so, do you like to sit outside and have it softly coat your skin or hear it patter on the roof while you watch it swirl and dance during it's descent to the grass?
your--boyfriend asked: good day. I am your-otherguy..
I hope you wont mind me following.
have a nice day. :)
I hope you wont mind me following.
have a nice day. :)
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The Fate of Failed Writers
This is another part of another piece that I’m currently working on (again).
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And perhaps, in that darkest pit, through hazy eyes we will watch the moon bleed into sunrise and sink, leaking, in a thousand colors of dust. Perhaps we will imagine ourselves to be gods, yet still dwarfed in our strength, trying to remember our brilliance in war-torn winds and cups...
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“And in my dreams I am a drummer boy, hitting heartbeats on ten tin cans, hoping...”
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An Excerpt From "The Finder of Small Things"
The Finder of Small Things bore a burden on his back as though it were the last sure thing in this world. He came by my house sometime in April, stepping uneasily across the lawn with that black bag swaying; it was laden with all kinds of rulers and magnifiers – more kinds than I could find names for. He had a bit of a limp in his step, but I couldn’t tell whether it was from some sort of injury...
Anonymous asked: I think your writing is extremely inspiring. I am only fifteen but have pretty much always known that I will eventually become a writer, whether for a magazine or of novels. How do you find time to devote to your writing? And do you have any published work? Thank you so much for sharing your writing with us all!