Poem: “Dedication” vs “drive”

Dedication is consistently committing continually. Dedication is quiet. Simply determined, without question. It’s my life, and I choose it every day. Dedication is renewed. Appreciation of what I have, and doing what is necessary to attend to it. Dedication is old, and proud. It’s the result of hard work, and…

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Poem/Question: Why do you write?

When you hate, what you read, from the day before When you’re never finished When the feeling never comes And it’s hard to remember… Why do you write?   When you’re not sure even you believe In the words When you’re not sure it does good When you question this odd hobby That…

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Poem: Dealbreaker

I’ve never published anything lovey before. Can you tell? (This is for a competition. So don’t judge. But judge.) DEAL BREAKER It was all wrong; His politics, his taste in music and art. He didn’t believe in chakras, he didn’t like champagne. His jumpers, his horse before the cart. He…

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I’m a pointless writer. (Poem)

I’m a thoughtful, flighty writer A philosophical dream Cynically idealistic, honestly fictional, I’m so full of fancy bullshit, and inspired by the same. I make apt observations of contradictory truths and beautiful paradoxes.                   I’m fun and I’m game; (I’m nonsensical and…

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Snippets from my play (1)

These are a couple of snippets that were taken out of the play I am writing “Life, Death and Journalism”. It’s in the second-third draft stage and needs work. Jack is a journalist encouraged to resign by his editor after his own existential crisis on the point of journalism, and…

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What’s the point of art? Part 1

The assumption behind the question “what’s the point of art?” is often utilitarian. There is no inherent worth of art so it must do something to justify itself. While the philosophy itself has its flaws – is everything a means to an end, always? – we must tackle the question…

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Poem: Triple Dip

Triple Dip A writer’s tale of the recessions   At the first dip my editor wanted me to move faster. With no time to love or study, I flew across the world in a hurry. But my work life flashed before my eyes when I was first at the scene…

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