Thursday, December 19, 2013

The 11 Game

I decided to post my 11 Game on my creative writing blog because my writing is the most personal aspect of my digital identity. Also, I decide it would be fun to play to see how my connections expand in this digital world.  I was tagged on Twitter by Craig Dunlap, someone I only know through Twitter.  In his post, I know only one other person, my good friend Craig Badura.  Interesting to see the web we create... (yes, pun intended)

My 11 Facts

1. My biggest goal is to have my novel published (I am editing it at this moment).

2. Black (then purple) is my favorite color.

3. I want to get my Ph.D. in literature.

4. I cried during the part in Remember the Titans when Coach Yoast says the famous line, "...they remember the night they played the Titans."

5. I love Birkenstock shoes.

6. I had five jobs my senior year in college.

7. Three is my lucky number.

8. I truly believe we can do life better.

9. I can still Breakdance.

10. I have grown to actually appreciate cool ties.

11. I still like cruising with my music loud... just isn't as cool in a minivan.

11 Questions
1. What's your favorite book character?  Why?
Catcher in the Rye. I understand Holden's view of the phoniness of this world.  But the book is deeper than that, and I love seeing my students get to that level.  It changes how you see Holden.

2. If you could have a super power, what would it be?
Traveling like Doctor Who.

3. What's your favorite 'get to know someone new" question?

"What's your favorite song of all time?"

4. Would you ever consider a job that required an out of country relocation?

Not at this moment.  But once my kids are grown, yes.

5. What did you think you'd be as an adult when you were 8?

A writer.

6. Now, what's your dream job?

A writer.

7. How long does it take you to get to work?

35 minutes. Shortest commute in the last 10 years.

8. What was your proudest moment thus far?

Seeing my own kids, and my students do what they love in this life.
9. What's your favorite thing to cook?
Frozen Pizza... and then eat it like a boss. (Family joke).

10. Android or iOS?


11. What's the last thing you said out loud?
"Don't make me turn this classroom around!"

11 Other Bloggers
OK, this is going to be tough...
 If you are tagged below you are supposed to do the same thing on your blog. Answer the same 11 questions.

Monday, October 21, 2013

End of the Day

A rare early day home
The sun was sitting off the horizon
My children playing in the yard
Asking for nothing more than my time

Pushing the swings, throwing a ball
Supper still an hour away
I take a minute to watch the sky
In the grass we all lay

Look at that one, daddy!
The colors are beautiful
I see a rabbit, I see a girl
My children’s views are real

As I agree with their imagination
It is only clouds I can see
Some time ago it seems
I lost the ability to believe

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

A Fading Photo

You are kneeling down
   With a 2-year-old version of me
            Standing in front of you
            Grasping your left wrist with one hand
            And your hand in the other
A wedding ring reflecting back
   But the love would soon lose its spark
            (I wonder what you did with the ring)

We are both smiling
  Cheeks puffy
    High on our cheekbones
I don’t recognize myself
   The little one in the picture
   Is the spitting image of my second son

Looking at the picture I recognize the hollow echo of
   Pain when I concentrate on your smile

I had never seen this picture of us until today
A picture from the 70’s
            No filter needed
It is a beautiful moment of a happy father and son

I wonder when you really let go of my hand
   Because I feel like I’ve been walking
            Alone since I was born
But the picture shows me holding on to you
            Like any son would
            Like any son should in this world
                        Because we might stumble and fall

But I’ve walked myself to this moment
Some hard roads traveled
   Stumbled and fell
            treaded so many miles
            I’ve forgotten where I started
Until today
Until I saw this fading photo
   Of a father kneeling
   And a son standing in front of him
Grasping his hand for support
  So that I won’t stumble and fall

Friday, August 2, 2013

No Tomorrow

Courtesy of Flickr user Lee Jordan
A crumbled receipt
Crumbs brushed off the table
Coffee grinds stuck to the side
   of a cracked cup

Nothing left to say
The dinner plates removed
The silence heavy between
   the past and the present

Life around is filled with
Clinks of silverware
And rings of glasses
   tapped at the end of private toasts

“Should we go?”
“Yes,” as chairs move back
“Dinner was good.”
    each raising a hand goodbye

Sunday, May 19, 2013

One More Minute

I wish there was just one more minute
Just one more
Hold the second hand until I can say
All the things
Everyone wishes they would have said

But again life takes the minutes from our hands
and we let them slip
and fall without a word
and wonder why moments take our breath away
Wishing we could have spoken when
Our eyes were dry
and our throats clear

But now I'm crying... just one more minute
One more ball teed up
A laugh
A song
Something to keep my regrets at bay

Just one more minute
Just one more
I promise I won't let it go...

Friday, May 17, 2013


A hand is raised in anger
Tears are shed in fear
A finger on a trigger
About to release a bullet
The chain reactions to follow
Are, for a moment, frozen
If I could stop time
To watch all the world unfold
This moment would reveal a 1000 stories
That even tomorrow will still be untold
Hand shaking while holding another glass
A smile captured after a kiss
The letter falls to the floor
Decisions made
Picture fades in unopen albums
There is everything in this moment
And then the second hand moves

Thursday, April 18, 2013


Blue Sky
We try so hard to make the world
revolve around us
To make the clouds move
when we wave our hands
We can't stop the rain or
change the hours on the clock
The sun burns our skin
and the stars make us feel lost

I scream "What about me?"
Why can't you see
that I want to believe
that all this is free

Traffic lights turn red as we drive
Stop signs control us all
The people in front of us
have too many items in their cart
We have GPS
but the cities keep expanding
We want so much more
than all the things behind our front door

I scream "What about me?"
But I don't see
that the world beneath my feet
is for me to walk free

The sun sets to show us the horizon
so we can set our sites
Stars shine to remind us
that darkness is a lie
The earth rotates to keep us
moving through our time
And if we have the courage to follow
the clouds will show us the way

Thursday, April 4, 2013

A grain of sand

A grain of sand
sits among a million other grains
on a beach
Waves gently tracking time

At times the sand is under

Later caught in a pail
a part of a child's castle
and imagination

But the children
with the sun
and the waves come crashing down

Not even a single grain can stop time

That single grain of sand is caught
and dragged by the ocean
The darkness grows
The rhythm of the waves fade away
as the sand falls deeper
and the pressure builds

A single grain of sand is no match for the ocean depths
It feels the darkness
heavy around it
Silent and alone
The ocean is so deep

That single grain of sand
tries to understand
but the darkness is silent
and the grain is lost

With all hope gone
the sand hears a faint swoosh
waves gently falling in the distance
but the darkness persists
the pressure surrounding the grain of sand

The waves become a roar
but the grain of sand is confused by
how dark it remains
Until a crack breaks through
flooding the grain of sand with the sun

And this single grain of sand,
once one among millions,
is now a pearl.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Walking the Path

I’ve walked so far that I've lost my way  
My shoestrings are so frazzled they can't be tied 
To keep my shoes on I shuffle along
My hands are cold from the ever-changing wind 
That penetrate my tattered gloves 
Everyone wonders where I'm going 
All I can say is where I've been 
My map shredded, unfolded too many times 
Coffee stains and fast food residue 
Make the legend and roads hard to read 
I look up to the sky to aligning myself with the North Star 
But the it simply watches me 
My Boy Scout badges are no help 
I've wandered from place to place 
Having my mail forward
But somehow I never get the letter you say you wrote so many years ago.