Commuter Jettison

Brain-limbering freewrites traveling to and from work.

  • A Pale Blanket

    Leaving early one day I caught the sunset in progress. By the time the train was almost over the harbour, the sky was this amazing buttery yellow, and I wish I could just fly right into the colour.

  • Way Down in the Marrow

    Music is a good way to combat the winter blahs. I hear certain songs and they shake me out of my fugue, even on a Monday morning.

  • Fishing

    Sometimes I feel like I'm looking to hard for something poetic and coming up empty-handed. Passing by the harbour twice every day brings fishing to mind. These exercises are an attempt to let go of that effort and just write insignificant things for the sake of writing.

  • The Sun Slipped Away

    Usually I leave work after dark, since it gets dark so early this time of year. The long hours of darkness tend to make me pretty weary, and I project that feeling on things around me.

  • Bright and Empty

    Earlier this month I began using the time during my morning commute to scribble down poetry into my PDA. It is very rough and more a writing exercise, but I hope it becomes fodder for something more.

Writing Practice

Regular writing warmups, freewrites, and general practice.

No Place for a Moth

A poem dealing with themes on nature and freedom.

The Window

The process of turning a strange dream into a poem.

  • The Window

    It all started with this dream of a house on the edge of a forest, with a kitchen window looking directly into the trees. Somehow it turned into a poem.

  • The Window (Second Draft)

    "The Window": It all started with this dream of a house on the edge of a forest, with a kitchen window looking directly into the trees. This is the second draft, where I hope to clear up some of the major weaknesses.

  • Revision Notes

    "The Window": It all started with this dream of a house on the edge of a forest, with a kitchen window looking directly into the trees. These are notes from an IM discussion on how to improve the poem.

  • The Window (First Draft)

    "The Window": It all started with this dream of a house on the edge of a forest, with a kitchen window looking directly into the trees. This is the first draft of the poem about that dream. It's pretty rough and will probably be very different when I've revised it a couple of times.

  • Dream Elements

    "The Window": It all started with this dream of a house on the edge of a forest, with a kitchen window looking directly into the trees. This is a rough description of the essential imagery in that dream.

NaNoWriMo 2003

Attempting to write a novel in a month.