Category Archives: Creative

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Before Snowhill: In Transit

It doesn’t take long for the man across the car to notice me. We aren’t the only two fellows on the subway, the dirty underground transportation shuttle of our fair and noble city, but we are the only two men wearing the … Continue reading

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Knowledge and Accomplishments

Recently I’ve been thinking a lot about my . . . future: potential, actual, and fantastical.  Last night I sat down and wrote this short creative piece; it does, to an extent, represent some thoughts that are currently ricocheting, colliding, exploding around … Continue reading

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(S4S) Sandman: The First – Thurs, 04 Feb 2010

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Well, he wasn’t really the first. Out of all the Endless, Dream is the third oldest, after his brother Destiny and sister Death. After Dream comes Destruction, Despair, Desire and Delirium. Right off the bat, you can see some patterns. … Continue reading

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Returning to the Search for the Sandman

In my freshman year of college I was in an i-Series English class called “Writing in the Wireless World.”  It concerned integrating viewpoints and literary communications in the digital era; we learned how to convey our ideas through multi-media, including … Continue reading

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Being Poor at SnowHill

I am a poor man. How poor? Poor enough to lose the little I had to a spineless, vindictive son-of-a-bitch who without word, warning, or reason threw me in this building for an indeterminate amount of time. At least I … Continue reading

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Dream Journal: Teeth Noises

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I awoke last night (well, at the time of this posting, two nights ago, although this morning I also awoke to a similar situation) to two sounds, one concrete and discernible, the other temporal and questionable. The jolt that brought … Continue reading

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Hellhounds at SnowHill

The hellhounds come out at me from around the bend in the path between the two largest greenhouses. I am bending over sharply at the waist; with hunched shoulders I’m picking weeds from the small outdoor garden plot in preparation … Continue reading

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My Freedom in SnowHill

My freedom is constrained to the vast area held within these few carpeted walls.  While my mind is very much free – it has little impact not generated from my own musings – my physical entity is restricted to the … Continue reading

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What Lay Before Him

Prompt from “The Write Now,” a free-writing column in a free Flagstaff-area newsletter: He couldn’t believe what lay on the sidewalk before him . . . (include three colors; write no more than the lines provided) He couldn’t believe what … Continue reading

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Sad Days at Snowhill

On these sadder days, the days with more clouds than birds, the large oak tree outside my window comes into focus.  The tremendous trunk rises nearly five feet from the ground before splitting into two trunks; from there, the branches … Continue reading