WTT: Read

It’s Writing Tip Tuesday. Today’s installment is about reading. You’ve heard the old adage: read. Well, it’s true:

Read. Read everything you can. The more you read the better you write.

When you read, you open your mind to new worlds, new people and new experiences. Not only is it fun, it gets your creative juices flowing and encourages you to come up with new ideas. So get out there and read!

 

Revamp

If you haven’t noticed, I’m revamping things around here. Gonna be lots of changes. I’ve come up with some rad ideas to get my name and writing out to the public this spring/summer and part of it involves redoing my website.

So expect lots of new things!

DID YOU SEE I FINALLY SET UP A FACEBOOK PAGE!? .—->

Besides that, I’m working on a short story collection. Part of my bigger plan is to self-publish the collection. But I can’t divulge too many of my secrets.

More later. …I’m so excited and motivated, it’s ridiculous.

Blink This

Not particularly well-written, but the idea still delights me.

Blink This
JCD Kerwin

I often dream
about the so-called
“Rise of Machines.”
I picture blenders
and ice machines
flinging food at passersby.

I imagine
the computer reaching,
wrapping chords
around my knees.

I bet the coffee pot
has got
some built-up steam
toward all us
impatient, cranky beings.

I confess I adore
the image of
automatic doors
sounding like Hal.

In any case,
I sort of wish
these robots would
amass and attack.
It’d sure explain
why everything I own
runs like shit.

(Sept. 2014)

Vomitus

It really grosses me out.

Vomitus
JCD Kerwin

I’d really like to know
why all these people
feel the need to eat
ten different times
a day.

As I sit in my cube
(a classy, simple drab-gray),
all I hear is crinkle,
crunch,
gulp,
and munch.

Makes me nauseous
when I think
they’re insides must be saying,
“Slow down, please!”

How can you really
completely digest
the oatmeal and bagel
from breakfast,
in time to inhale
a pound of leftover
lasagna?
(Remember to sneak it
in-between
your snacks of
chips and cottage cheese.)

I can’t help to wonder
what the hell they eat
for dinner.
No wonder this country
can no longer fit in its jeans.

(Sept. 2014)