The snow is falling
On virgin snow, I leave mine
Waiting for the crunch
Category Archives: Writing
Haiku #2
Alone in the cold
Imagining you are here
Such a painful bliss
Well Rested
I know I told you guys that I would be updating old poems last night. I intended to make good on that promise…then I passed out at 8:00 pm. I’ve had a couple of exhausting days in an elementary school special education classroom. It was so bad that my eyes started to grow tired as I tried to finish the book I am reading– 11/22/63 by Stephen King. By the way, this is not one of King’s better books.
I will update a couple of poems over the next hour (and work on the redesign). Until then, I want to direct you to a poem I think many of you will enjoy. I wrote it last semester while substitute teaching in a elementary art classroom. Eavesdropping on my students is one of my favorite past-times. Enjoy.
Crossroads #42
After more than three weeks in Washington State, I am finding myself at yet another crossroads. This one is rather large. I know I have choices. Big ones. I know that I’ve find someone. I know I want to stay. I know I want the Peace Corps. I know I want the career that the Peace Corps provides. I know I can’t have both…at least not now.
Meanwhile, my dog died. I grew up with Cassidy from my preteen years on. It was a great loss…and very difficult to experience from so far away. I’m having a hard time focusing right now. So here is the poem I have prepared.
Snow in the Forecast
Certain things spark a writer’s imagination. As I think about my writing history, I have three sparks. Change. Romance. Weather. In the past week, I have come across all three. I found romance for the first time in two years. I changed so much–moving and determining what to do with my romantic life. All the while, mother nature decided Autumn would be a short lived thing in Colorado.
My imagination has sparked. While driving back to my home town this Wednesday, I heard that there was snow in the forecast. Before I knew it, my mind was elsewhere. The moment I got home, I started writing. What came of it is my first bout of creative writing in weeks. I hope you like it.
A Week for the Record Books
The past week has been jam-packed with so much emotion and change. It’s difficult to even begin the process of understanding what has happened. It all started this past weekend with a 60-hour trip to Seattle to surprise a friend for her 21st birthday. While there, I became a part of a 26-hour relationship that has since upended my understanding on what I want for myself in the months and years ahead.
Upon returning to Colorado, I started the process of moving back to my hometown. The central idea was to be closer to my family for the final holiday season before I leave for the Peace Corps. It’s been a strange transition. Now, as of a few hours ago, my father was just laid off. My God…it’s been one hell of a week. Here’s the first piece of writing to come of it. I pounding it out this morning after hearing the news about my father.
The Stagner Chronicle: On Sale Now
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Thank You to My Readers
I would like to start off today with a great big thank you to all my readers. Yesterday, I uploaded a very personal piece that I hoped would grab a few eyes. I had no idea. Within 15 minutes of posting the writing, it had 200 views. I don’t know if my writing has gotten better or if I’m just becoming more honest in my writing (or both). But it doesn’t matter. Thank you for all your support.
Today I am starting what I hope will be a new routine. The coffee shop I write at is 2.5 miles from my house. It is the perfect distance to walk. Today I made the trek and feel great. It is the perfect way to get my mind going so I am prepared to write when I arrive. It is also perfect practice for the Peace Corps–which is less than 150 days away now. I hope this new routine will improve my writing, help me add some muscle, and shave off the final 30 pounds I need to lose. Only time will tell.
With Love,
Richard
P.S.–For any of you who missed my piece yesterday, here it is: Struggle & Love
Struggle & Love
On a whim, I decided I needed to write about something that has been plaguing my mind for the past few days. I’ve tried to write about it a couple time before. This time it just came out. It is one of the more philosophical pieces I have ever written. It also gets to the basis of what I believe in life and living. I hope you enjoy.
Back to the Grindstone
I’ve taken an extended break from writing the last couple weeks. Now, as my world settles down, I am back to work. I am preparing a new fiction story that I will likely write into a novel…simply because I need a creative outlet. I hate it when I finish writing novels. It’s like being part of a play and then realizing you have nothing to do after closing night. Luckily, I’m in control of my own writing and I have plenty of ideas that I’d like to transform into words.
I’m also slowly working away on the final draft of The Stagner Chronicle. I will likely have copies available to general public in October through Lulu.com. I’ll keep you updated as I make some progress. I’m about a quarter of a way through my final read and it is still pretty clean. I can’t wait to get it out to you guys.
Richard T. Reilly 