Welcome to my collection of
Creative Pieces
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| The Yeller Cow " Well, thishyer Smiley had a yeller one-eyed cow that didn't have no tail, only just a short stump like a bannaner. That there cow's name was Eliza and it stunk up like an old shoe that had been warn out for twenty-yers. Her smell up and gatheret a swarm a flies so thick you couldn't barely but see er. Well, since she hat no tail she couldn flip them off. Smiley seen this and takes er in to train her to swat flies so as he could bet on er. Not before long had he taught er and said she could swat more flies than any oter cow in the whole world. This startet some commotion around this here town and not before long he hat him a bet wit some stranger. Well, they got them cows togeter and startet counten them flies they swatet. The strangers strong steer took to a swatten right and left wit it's tail. But not old Eliza she just kept perfectly still not move nuttin. Pretty soon all them flies startet landen on er old back because she didn move none. Then all of the sudden she flopped as quick as a jack rabbit onto er back rolling over and over. That killt the hol swarm a them. Old Eliza got up all happy like for she hat won somtin for the first time in er life. She had a smile clear cross er face and startet prancen around for joy. Well her old body couldn take nuttin like that so she up an died. Smiley was a mighty sad about it and dug er a grave. That was the end of old Smiley because after that he packed up and left this sleepy town that night. I ain't never seen him since." Oh well thank you for your story, but I must be going to catch my train." Well, there was this oter feller named Jack Lapin and he ..." At that I got up and left the old man talking to himself and continued on my task at hand. winter 1995 |
From Other Worlds Expance a life well lived You who sit there with your mouth in your hands do you ever speak? do the words trickle out slowly or like a gust spring forth in stream? ephemeral orange ball rolling down the hill Star Wars oustide my backdoor The world melting away don't forget its me inside soon it will come soon it will end don't jump off too many bridges rosy purple trickle, trickle, trickle watch it glow speak, here, be burning embers of time fly away with that leap drift with your sails tied loose around your waist proceed to nowhere exhustinguishable spring 2000 |
Running up a Mountain - Scene 1 SETTING:
A small village far in the hills of China. fall 2000 |
| A manner of a man There is no purpose but the purpose inside said the man with his hand on his beard. He wasn't very tall but you wouldn't call him short so he stood as most men do in the middle. He liked his life and then again he lived it so why not like it. People believe what they want about themselves and so does the world. Now that's a statement that didn't come from his mouth but from the wind in his ears, or so he says. He says he gets everything he says from the wind in his ears. As do we all I guess. Have you ever listened to the silence in the winter snow. The perpetual nothingness that pervades all around you. It shakes the heavens and the earth, but never enough to make it fall, just vibrate to infinity. Now and again he would go on walks around the park with his beard in hand and his cane. Passerbys would always stop in awe and walk a bit with him, but never the whole way. He was always walking his own way and no one wanted to disrupt that. So he went along the paths and hills and trees that greeted him with their movement. And he would greet them back with a nod of his head and smile and enjoy their company. Life is that simple as he would do this. Just a walk, a smile, and a nod, takes nothing more. But I think he didn't realize all the things that need to be done in life before one is buried six feet under. But you don't realize what doesn't need to be done my boy he would say to me, but he just didn't understand. His walk was that of a circus performer bouncing along as if the world was his stage. But he always maintained his composure too, never letting go of his beard or loosing the calm. Somehow he was always so calm in everything he did. He was a man without rigidness. Quite a spectacle. Along the way he would finally stop and rest his tired bones as he would say and people would come and go and he would greet them and befriend them. Such a man not many have seen or known but the few who get to or maybe don't. I was there the day he died on that cold winter night under the tree in the middle. He said i'm tired, I think I will rest and with that farewell he was gone to the clouds above. Wisping away he touched us each gently on the cheek and our goodbye was done. A world away we now were, but only to those still living. spring 2000 |
Tender
Melody fall 1997 |
| Loneliness Man of middle age with full long beard and long hair, wearing a trench coat of a dark shade, attire overall being in tattered shape. Darkness. Out of the darkness one light comes on stage right, it is as a street light. Man enters stage left plodding head slightly bent down, hands deep in pockets. He reaches center stage, turns looks out to the audience, raising head slightly. Looks about him starting from the left, rolling head back looking up. Gazes for a few moments, slight strain in his face. Then adjusts head back to eye level and turns head right toward the light. Follows the path and circle of the light studying its source. He makes as if walking and the light travels accordingly until straight above him yet he always maintains center stage position. His head follows the light as it approaches him. He gazes up at it. Slowly removing a hand he raises it delicately until arm fully stretched with hand opened grasping at the light. Turning it slowly one direction and the other, and slightly curling and uncurling fingers. Silence is broken by rolling wheels and hum of engine. Man quickly draws back hand and attempts to dart out of light all in one moment, resetting his composure to exactly what it was before. He plods left, but again the light moves and he stays center stage. Head lights shine out to the audience at an angle from left stage, the angle becoming closer and closer to center stage and the car sounds growing louder accordingly. The head lights sweep pass the man for brief moment making him visible. At this moment he turns facing the audience, head bent farther down, shoulders pulled up, the rest of his body hiding in his coat. Then the light passes and the sound grows faint and disappears. Throughout he is walking but staying in place at center stage. The stage is as it was in the first, the street light stage right, him facing audience now stopped in his walking, his not body not quite as tense but not back to his old composure. He gazes out for a brief moment and then quickly turns left walking slightly faster he walks off stage left, this time the light staying put and him moving. The light then fizzles out, maybe in a flashing sequence as if it were burning out, then darkness. winter 1999 |
Gehst du
ins Burger King Og- D Glug- Justin Og: Bist du einsam! Gehst du ins vornehm Burger King mit mir. Glug: Ja, gern für frei? Og: Ja, kom mit mir. ( Og and Glug walk to the car ) Glug: Ist dieses dein dringend Auto. Og: Nine, ist es dein Auto. Glug: Ich weiss nicht. Og: Kom du, bitte. ( Og and Glug get into car and Og starts it ) Og: Wo ist Burger King. Glug: Du musst auf den wichtig AutoBanh kommen. ( Car gets on AutoBanh ) Glug: Boden es nicht aufmerksam Og! Hee-Hee-Hoo! Ye-Hooey!! Og: Da ist eine neugierig Porche gegangen. Glug: Mensch da ist ein blended Volkswagen gegangen. Og: Das ist meine leiblings Auto. Glug: Was lest das? Og: Warnung, Konstruktion Glug. Glug: Geh du dort drüben. Og: Ja, Ich zustimmen. Glug: Ich habe arbeit um Burger King gehabt! Og: Ich habe du gehört. ( Go through construction and fly off bridge ) Glug: Mensch das ist Prima! Ya-He-He-Hoo! Ye-Hoo!! Og: Schau das ist Burger King! Glug: Wo ist die fahren fertig. Og: Es hat nicht. ( Crash into Burger King ) Cashier: Was möchten sie? Glug: Ich wille habe einen zarf Hamburger mit eine knusprig Kompott. Glug: Was möchtest du? Og: Ich wille habe eine safting Schweinhaxe mit eine Kloß. Glug: Ich habe Shuahe gehabt . Og: Ja, wir sind am den AutoBanh gegangen. Og: Prost! Glug: Gleichfalls! Og: Das Ende. winter 1994 |
| To walk the Earth There stands a being upon the earth, Looking out across where it stretches, "Is it flat or is it round?" They say as they begin to walk, Each seems to know which one it is, But all are walking, By the force that pulls them forward, One leg at a time, And we wonder which one is it, For where are we being? In both. fall 1997 |
Tranquil Wanderings The experiences of the past are engraved within the very substance of the forest. As one travels down a withered and aging path of crushed grass one feels the being of those who have traversed this place before them. Looking out across the thick vegetation on either side of the trail is like seeing the forest breadth in and out as the wind transgresses it's obstacles with sufficient ease. Coming to a small intricate puddle with in which the forest abounds inviting the weary traveler into the illusion of joy through unattainable reaches. After proceeding around the obstacle of reflection one catches a glimpse of his surroundings within the mirror, but then surprisingly he recognizes the bearded weary face who he had not seen for so long. winter 1996 |
| Long
Awaited Weeping We all have moments in our lives when
we can't see the other side of the barrel, feel their
pain, look past the differences, and then we're stuck in
our lost perceptions. There's these places inside of us
we never go, but suddenly end up being there. This is
where they started. fall 1999 |
Paradox fall 1999 |
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