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Notes in the Sandbox
a collection of writing, reflection and inspiration...

A Lesson from the Woods

8/24/2023

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I have stories to learn and lessons to earn in the confines of my mind.
I’ll take the line and sort out the moss on the rotted logs as I jump across rivers flowing rapid down the white water canyons of time.
I’ll write the hymns humming in caverns like bearfoot whispers dancing in the moonlight.
​I’ll sing it out loud until my voice turns gritty, harmonies sung through the branches of a barren tree yearning for cover under moonlit eyes.
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The Hardest Lesson

7/10/2023

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A free write exercise. July 10, 2023​

Writing Prompt 
- He learned the hardest lesson of his life and had the scars, both physical and mental, to prove it.​

It was the beginning of another week. Another day. Another month. He set out to make it be a different day then the last 273 days.

His mind had just begun wrapping itself around facts that haunted him for what felt like an eternity. Scars had developed behind his eyes so he saw them everywhere he looked. Not physical in nature but actual in their emotionality. What does that mean to him? What does it say? He wanders around the desert wanting water but he's carrying it all on his back. He could drink for days but he doesn't have a straw. He could walk out into the ocean but the salty sea would swallow him. He could wander down the path up the hill over the bluff onto the sand into the sun over the rocky pebbles of the wave battered beach.

He should whistle but his lips are dry from parched conversations in the moonlight. He draws his wrist out in front of him, looking at the veins as they pulse. He knows he's alive but he's yet to live again. He's learned the hardest lessons but can't move away or towards them. He's stuck. He's stationary. He's unwaveringly undecided. He's wilting under the heat of the moment that painted physical and mental scars on his body and his mind. He's wondering what he can do. He's wondering what he can say. He's pondering the meaning of those lessons that he learned 273 days ago.

​12 minutes pass and he hasn't blinked. 11 more and he starts to whisper. 10 minutes drag him up onto his feet. 9 leaves fall from the tree in front of him. 8 times he stuck his foot out from off the curb yet put it back down without moving ahead. 7 meals he ate alone without taking a bite. 6 rolls of the dice before he saw the eyes of the snake. 5 fingers ran through his hair and he relaxed. Finally. 4 minutes passed before their stare was broken. 3 beers between the 2 and they became 1 again.
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I Am

5/22/2023

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I am tired.
I am sore.
I am winded.
I’m spread out on the floor.
I’m scared.
I’ve fared.
I am wounded.
I’m sent out the door.
I’ve thought.
I’ve pondered.
I am whistling.
I’m going to the store.
To pick up some bread and milk and eggs.
​It’s time for some French Toast.
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Morning Writing Prompt - The Alphabet

3/18/2022

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Sometimes using the alphabet as a literary crutch becomes an exercise worth doing.  In this exercise I used every letter of the alphabet to create a short story in prose form.  It's really difficult to get anything to work with the letter "X" as there were very few words I could think of in the moment that started with X.  This always ends up being a fun exercise whenever I do it.
Anderson crept along the cliff edge
Bribing the seagulls to squawk
Careless his toe caught a stone and
Down the hill he dropped
Every moment passed by his eyes
Flashed in between the seconds
Gaining speed he began to panic
How am I going to make it?
Intertwined within the branches
Just beyond the cliff-wall’s edge
Kept his eye on a piece of rope
Length of which he couldn’t have said
Making a last ditch effort’s worth
Not having another chance
Out he reached to grab the rope
Praying he trusted his glance
Questions answered in one blink
Reaching one last time
Scorching hands to a halt
The moment he held the line
Under pressure he heard a crack above
Vicious burning in his hands
With an inch to spare it held him
“X-ray Tango Delta copy?”
“Yessir loud and clear”
“Zero chance to let this slide?”


#writingprompt #whatwordsstartwithx #alphabet
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Writer's Block [#7] - The Banister

3/13/2022

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In this episode of Writer's Block I tackle a couple of verses for a brand new song inspired by a childhood memory.

      Took the railing
      in my hand
      Slid down
      to meet the ground
      Upon arrival
      the wood it split
      In my hand
      a splinter was found

      It took my breath
      outta my lungs
      Gasping
      for an inch of relief
      Wonder from the fall
      is what I found
      A jagged sword
​      or an olive branch wreath
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In my Writer’s Block Series I talk about songwriting, what tools I use to get the lyrics right, how to break through writer's block, my inspirations for the songs I'm writing and you get to see it all as it’s happening in real time.  
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