creative nonfiction

A Day Writing

9:05 AM – Sit down to write. Open new Word document. Look at blank page. Go check email. Check blog. Check Facebook. 10:05 AM – Realize hour has passed. Close Facebook. Return to blank document. Write for several minutes about not writing. Decide to check blog stats. Go like stuff on…

The Wolf

I have never seen a wolf. Not in the wild. My dad did, once. Up north, as they say, in the Boundary Waters. We kids were all asleep in the tent when he woke to cook trout caught the night before. And to smoke cigarettes. Just him and the rocks and an early morning mist. …

Unravel

I awoke to unravel. The word. The verb. I don’t know why. I listen to my heart beat. Listen to the seemingly endless thud, thud, thud. It pauses and flutters and then as if I hit refresh, continues to bump along. I guess many things would unravel should the beat fail. Unravel, as in fail….