Hi everyone! I have what I hope is a fun ask – my short short story “The Roller Coaster at the End of the World” is a finalist in a short story contest at SNHU. Part of the final judging is based on votes from the public, and the top prizes include scholarships at SNHU.…
It’s been a rough year – I lost my mom a few months ago, and that’s just one of those challenges that makes you wonder how we humans walk around with ragged holes in our hearts. Add to that extra craziness at the day job, stressful medical news of my own, etc. etc. etc. But…
I was definitely getting Treebeard vibes from this guy 🙂 CreativityEverydayMagicOriginalWorkPacificNorthwestPhotography
I wanted to post something on the blog that will give people a taste of the world and the characters of my novel Rell. So I’ve posted a prequel short story entitled “The Calling”. You can click here to read it, or find it under the short stories/flash fiction tab. Hope you enjoy it! FantasyOriginalWorkShort…
Pen trouble, scribble scrunch,A blank catastrophe.Orphaned notionsDribble to naught.Not a blockBlocks are solid.Chasm? Void? Abyss?What do you want?If I knew the right wordWe wouldn’t be here.We’d be writing. -Jenel Alan CreativityOriginalWorkPoetryWriting
A haiku in honor of the first day of autumn: Pumpkin leaves, crisp air,Cozy, yes, but I will missSalt water summer. -Jenel Alan OriginalWorkPacificNorthwestPoetryWater
We are each A universeExpanding and vast.Comets dragging the dustOf our pasts.Black holes that eatOur hearts to nothing.Dazzling nebulasWhere we shine, glorious,Against the dark.This skin you seeIs just camouflage packaging.We are, each one of us,A universe. -Jenel Alan OriginalWorkPoetry
The breeze breathes life,Flicker and swayTo my arboreal neighbors.My gaze makes them art,Wonder.They tell me to chill,Wonder. Green is not enough. Tree is not enough.My friends deserve a language wholeTo explain one liberated leafDancing gold and dark along the road. -Jenel Alan OriginalWorkPacificNorthwestPhotographyPoetryTrees
Sticky mist.Water hangs and hidesIn a fern curl,On a fence rail,Around the muddy cuff where the trail wentBoggy,Pools and crashesIn a tease through the treesOf the end and Beginning of the world. -Jenel Alan OriginalWorkPacificNorthwestPhotographyPoetryWater
There’s so much metaphor and poetry in driftwood – something that fell or was torn down, gets tossed around in the sea, damaged and deformed, and then is dumped on an unexpected shore – and yet is absolutely beautiful. OriginalWorkPacificNorthwestPhotography
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