writing
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Cogito: Magical Realism Concept
Glided rays of light shimmered within wisps of fog raising from the thin layer of ice which spread across the lake’s surface. Life lost its luster. Greens shifted into brown. And yet, life still clung, deep rooted in the earth. Pascal watched his daughter gather frostbitten flowers along the dirt trail. She plucked their stems… Continue reading
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Every Moment, Precious Progress: Conclusion
The struggle of life isn’t caused by what you can see, rather it’s what’s invisible. The intangible. The elusive. Quickening. In the first part of this discussion, I highlighted the burden of time in the creative process as a writer, artist, and human being, the nothingness time harbors and the vacuum of doubt it creates,… Continue reading
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Sacrifice in Autumn: Sample
At the beginning, I was given ‘Choice’ Rather The illusion of it When my eyes opened, when I took a first breath, my life was dictated by another. Oh I was like a stone mason. Where the materials I used to build Weren’t selected by my hands. They were already chiseled and sat before me.… Continue reading
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Every Moment, Precious Progress
The struggle of life isn’t caused by what you can see, rather it’s what’s invisible. The intangible. The elusive. Quickening. Us as people, no matter what walk of life, we use our eyes and ears to gain perspective on the condition we’re in. Often this observation skewed due to the unknown—what can’t be seen nor… Continue reading
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What Do You See?
The Instrument Maker left the door open for Jonas as she ventured further in. The single floor home might’ve been spacious before he moved in less than a year ago but with yards of fabric spread haphazardly across the hardwood floor, unrolled canvases scattered wall to wall, it was no less than cluttered. The Instrument… Continue reading
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When the Ink Dries, When the Vessel is Empty
A story is never finished—not until it reaches the press and into the world beyond the author’s ken. Two months have passed since the “completion” of my manuscript, “Sacrifice in Autumn”. All has been quiet; listless. The shopping and submission process is all I can focus on, however, the malaise of it all—it seems it’s… Continue reading
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Ruin, Creation, Regret
Ruinen The sun lost sunk low, the wind died down, chirping of insects dilated and depressed, disrupting the uneasy silence in the workshop. Jonas weaved from room to room gathering essential belongings into a medium sized messenger bag. The Instrument Maker watched him make his rounds at the front door, picking at her nails, tapping… Continue reading
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Beneath the Tree of Woe
Do you remember when you called out to me Beneath the tree of woe Drooping like its slender branches, unsteady like its decaying leaves Heart weeping The tree joined you Distant memories Frigid light of life in dust. Submerged In the darkness of the sea Thousands of discarded forms Pulsing in grain A bastard daughter… Continue reading
J.D. Woodson 