CREATIVE WRITING

  • BLACKSMITH IN THE KITCHEN

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    Drip drop from copper faucets
    Copper pots and pans copper
    Pennies brushed nickel ceiling
    Fans aluminum cans
    Point with titanium joints
    An iron man with an iron hide
    Open me up – what’s inside?

  • ANGELS ON MAIN STREET

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    Ambient glow outter light becomes inner
    Slow repentant life of a sinner they said
    Wait good things will come I’m dead
    Guess the good things took too long
    With the exception of the daisies
    I’m pushing up while wearing a paisley
    Tie and suit I didn’t even pick out myself.

  • IDEAS, IDEALS AND A PASSION FOR (ALMOST) ALL THINGS CREATIVE

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    ideas, ideals and a passion for (almost) all things creative has been a personal tagline that I’ve had as part of my branding for the last couple years.

    To this day it still sums up my approach to work and life. Whether I’m getting paid to create a functional new website for a client or drawing with my 5 year old daughter. My daughter has taught me so much about being creative. She lets her ideas flow with reckless abandon. She puts it all on the paper and I’ve been working on doing the same. To create for the sake of creating and not for monetary reasons. She’s really helped me embrace creative avenues that I love but may not be the most talented at. I’ve starting drawing and illustrating again – something I hadn’t focused on at all in over a decade. She’s even got me interested in painting. I’m no longer worried about being the best or comparing my work to others – I leave it all on the page.

    I was born and raised in rural western Iowa. That neighborly mentality is how I approach all my interactions. I do what I say I’m going to do when I say I’m going to do it. I think honest relationships whether business or personal are becoming harder and harder to come by and I won’t associate myself with dishonest people. Life’s too short to play games.

    This year I’ve been determined to change my perspective…that life is a journey not a destination. It relax more…be anxious less and enjoy the simple things that life offers. Sounds cliche, but I ad spent a lot of time so worried and focused on the future I missed out on the present. Throughout the last 12 months, I’ve been taking small but meaningful steps towards living life the way I’ve always wanted. Instead trying to leap I’ve been much more strategic and it’s paid off – I’ve launched Origin Brothers, LLC as well as self-published my first book. Don’t let your passion go dormant – live it everyday.

    If you’re visiting my site for the first time – please take some time and read some of the poetry/wordplay posts below. I’d love to hear your thoughts!

  • A WARRIOR WAITS

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    Beneath the gray sky and barren trees
    Isolated snowflakes drift in the breeze
    Silent as can be…
    Beneath the gray sky and barren trees
    A warrior waits…

    In a vast field of flowers and tall grasses
    Quiet and still a forfeit to the masses
    Still as can be…
    In a vast field of flowers and tall grasses
    A warrior waits…

    On a desolate dry and dusty desert
    Calm as death  below a radiant sun
    Secluded as can be…
    On a desolate dry and dust desert
    A warrior waits…

    Within an old, abandoned home
    Where rodents and roaches roam
    Sinister as can be…
    Within an old, abandoned home
    A warrior waits…

    Behind the concrete, past the plastic
    Beyond the glass, above the sick
    Swaddled as can be…
    Behind the concrete, past the plastic
    Two warriors wait…to go home

  • WHISPERS

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    Whispers


    The breeze will make you paranoid
    Teasing trees twisting positions
    Insisting mystery is magical
    Mission, moss north direction
    Injecting glorified ghost stories
    Horrified hauntings and bad decisions
    Sad positions of wavering grasses
    Shifty masses wallowing shadows
    No meadows in sight mighty oaks
    Mentally unstable unable to stand
    Straight, fate’s in the wind
    Touched by the brush …hush
    Listen
    The breeze will make you paranoid…