Everyone Knows God

everyone knows god
as
a billboard
a popup ad
an infomercial
a prayer

a sound bite
a spot
a jingle
a slogan
an implication
a stare

a call to action
a catchphrase
an intimation
a flare

a parlay
a crawler
a dog whistle
and cheer

an insert
a pin
a flag
and a fear
beware

be aware
of it as an inspiration,
nowhere is it anywhere
but here.

—
temet nosce

3 Quotes every Writer should Ink to their Souls.

3 Quotes every Writer should Ink to their Souls.

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on Jul 11, 2014

 

If you are a wordsmith, ink these words to your soul:

“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should’ve behaved better.”

~ Anne Lamott

“Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.”

~ Alan Watts

“If a writer is so cautious that he never writes anything that cannot be criticized, he will never write anything that can be read. If you want to help other people you have got to make up your mind to write things that some men will condemn.”

~ Thomas Merton

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Ted Thompson: Where Fiction Comes From (An Open Letter to My Parents)

thompsonted:

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Dear Mom and Dad,

I had imagined writing something like this by hand or on the typewriter and sending it to you as an old-fashioned letter, folded like a bookmark in a bound copy of the galleys, and maybe I still will, but as I was washing the dishes the other night it occurred to me that…

Ted Thompson: Where Fiction Comes From (An Open Letter to My Parents)

cadillac attack

Wordplay:

cadillac attack

a tacky black
bric-a-brac
hacky sack jack
cracked a track
along its back
with a clackety-clack
it hacked
and packed
and stacked
and whacked a pact
with alacrity shacked
it smacked
and snacked
and sneered right back
as a matter of fact
it was
a cadillac attack

—
temet nosce

Tika

TikaThis was written as an expression of a direct experience with an end to the cycle of a life.

Tika

Tika died
in my hands today
as I cupped
her fragile feathered form
against my hollowed out
and roaring chest
praying
every rapid thump
could beat prolonged life
throughout her ailing frame
as it inched away
with every shiver
of her speckled claws

for a fleeting moment
she stirred
resolute in spirit
gracing me with a gift
of a glimpse
of a soul
of a life
having filled my empty bowl

my mind was keenly aware
of her serious condition
imminently fatal
but i wished nonetheless
for an illness
for it could pass
her claws gingerly scratched
my fingers while
her little legs twitched
several times
her tail, only once
and the spittle
gushing from her beak
was not enough
to convince me
she was gone

—
Temet Nosce