Friday, June 26, 2009

Beavis and Butthead

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Some Crap about Writing

The prompt from the writing institute: Think of an extended metaphor that you might choose to describe your writing process. Is it a marathon? Deep sea diving? Archeology? A biological phenomenon? Feel free to stretch out into wherever the metaphor takes you...

My response:

This morning I was walking across the high school field barefoot in the cool grass and feeling the cool wind blowing across me and I was thinking about the flow, the flow of wind, the flow of water, the water you want to linger in forever, becoming water, and the water that shocks you, the water that takes your breath away, sending you rocketing to the surface, sharing its cold with everyone around you. So I write. It is flow, fluid rolling away from my fingers even as I write these words. Sometimes it eddies, sometimes to comes to little dams requiring a bit of explosive deconstruction, sometimes it boils like rapids on the Trinity River, often it is tranquil and I float along with its gentle current swimming in a sea of words and unlimited possibilities.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

My Arms

My Arms

My arms enter the cool water of the lake before the rest of me

They pull me down towards the green jungle at the bottom of the bay

They let me explore and chase the fish before I have yo leave to go back up and breathe

My arms push Noodles, my big dog, out of the way as I come up to the surface

My arms stretch out to encircle her as I swim, all happy licking and splashing

My arms stretch out again, this time along the surface of the water, pulling me in long slow strokes toward the bobbing snorkel

Now my arms help me dive under the water again so I can swim under Kim and blow bubbles under him

We all come crashing to the surface in bubbles and laughing and avoiding Noodles' sharp claws

We swim to shore, my arms getting tired, but still pulling me along

As we sit in the warm mud on the shore my arms and Kim's arms entwine as Noodles gives us an impromptu mud bath

Kim spreads the warm mud on my arms and then I wipe them on Noodles

We jump back in the water, my arms losing the mud in a cloud that trails behind me

It is glorious summer and again my arms pull me down to the cool green underwater of fish and lakeweed and crawdads and muted sounds to just swim

Saturday, June 13, 2009