Archive for the 'Writing' Category
art as a lesson in humility
Tuesday, October 9th, 2007 Yesterday I began working on a new 12-page comic story. After spending hours finishing up the first page I stepped back and thought, “This doesn’t look like I wanted it to.”
In fact, nothing ever looks like I really want it to. My theory is that I want to create something that impacts [...]
combined service
Wednesday, October 3rd, 2007We sat all lined sideways in pews
Two churches with two different views
As time slipped away
My mind went astray
And instead I sat there and drew
navigating the sea of humanity
Monday, July 16th, 2007Heads talking and smiling. Bodies block the hall at irregular intervals. I try to get by, but they remain unmoved, focused on their happy encounters. Slipping by at last I walk a few steps when another blockade forms suddenly and I swing aside at the last second, avoiding a collision. They [...]
a way with words…
Wednesday, December 29th, 2004“It is the immemorial privilege of letter-writers to commit to paper things they would not say; to write in a more grandiose manner than that in which they speak; and to enlarge upon feelings which would be passed by unnoticed in conversation.” -C. S. Lewis, in a letter to Arthur Graves
Every so [...]
the awkward odyssey: Christine
Wednesday, October 20th, 2004The advent of the 8th grade saw the release of that strange hormone that forces awkwardness upon teenage boys. Socially, I shut down, crawled up into my shell, and waited for middle school to be over. The only solace I found was in my 8th grade crush, a cute long-haired girl who [...]
the odyssey of an awkward boy
Tuesday, October 19th, 2004The sky to the west is a dark grey that gives a peculiar contrast to the brighter eastern clouds. After a steady afternoon rain the feeling of fall sits heavily in my room. In my mind I’m in the 8th grade again, the day not unlike this one. I get off [...]
haiku posting
Tuesday, August 24th, 2004Here’s what’s on my mind this morning:
At school so early
I have no problem parking
Now to kill three hours
recalcitrant lines
Tuesday, August 10th, 2004I was sitting here just now pillaging my brain for those great ideas that I had when I was jogging the other day, but it seems I left them two streets over. So, instead of the profound and insightful I give you the profoundly absurd and unfinshed nonesense that is this poem.
Cedric Deets was [...]