I started writing when my kids were still young, wanting to read to them or their children writings from my own hand. I’m self-taught, and to improve I use my education and experience in technical and marketing writing, working as a high school English teacher, and postings made to: The Brave New Land
The Garden Demon: in which we follow the life of an unfinished creature that rides on the wind seeking the heavens, but gets lost in its own desires and trapped within itself, as it tries to become free by ignoring the facts of the world around it.
"Half a man stood gazing up, the other half a god, but wholly unfinished. The invention of time in a world full of none caused the dilemma, begging attention during a world resting. There are six sides to the stones we built from, thought the half-formed giant, as he dwelled inside a world he drank from on occasion. The worms were created through molecular-bonding, slicing the stones in hexagonal shapes, but so large that the edges remained unseen."
"Then, on the roadside where the convoy had stopped, a witch appeared and asked us for bread; again, I laughed. For, buried beneath the small hill upon which the witch sat, lay piles of riches far beyond sublime, and all the witch could wish for was the bread of which the witch had never had. Laughing still, until the breath all but left, my ribs rattled together as each one snapped. The old woman’s song, singing upon the winds stopped in time, was the last thing I heard as my lips formed my own wish, which I then granted … escaping back into my lamp, freshly-shined."
The Last Rotator: in which Nomed Asaweh, a soul mostly lost, finds purpose in darkness, seeking to outdo ancestral claims upon his person; but, alas, Nomed falls into a pit of ego and betrayal, just trying to become whole, all because he joined the always and unbending pull of humankind.
Fish Bowl — A Poem of Love and Dirt:
Feast, chalk on paper © 10-2012, DTNoll
... in which a bowl of fish fills in the void between half-full and half-empty; written with Seussian glee into realms only gestured at in previous writings: "And then something went SQUISH! How that ‘squish’ made us flip! We looked! Then we saw him; we looked and we saw him step in with us! The upright walker! He stepped into the bowl with us, only to sink."
In a new series of stories, formed as I study the next chapter of our Humash, I humbly present to you: Stories of the Lost Ark:
The Last Soldier: in which, having lost his love, his anchor in the world, a man is swept away by a floating island only to discover that he had had a connection to his Creator all along. The destruction he had built, he realized, was all in the plan of propping up the One, and really just getting along.
"I miss my watch. It had smart functions that allowed me to feel like I was in control of my world … and not just a passenger riding this absurd island around a flooded Earth. I miss telling the time. The island shakes and trembles under my wobbling knees every time I utter the fact of its existence, as if it were alive and offended by my mention. My mission was plain, to conquer my fears of failing and falling into the trap of the enemy. But … when I saw ‘the enemy,’ I knew it was just like me..."
Isolation, chalk on paper © 4-2020, DTNoll
Into the Woods: in which I move from LA, California to Boulder, Colorado, swimming through life as I fall end-over-end attempting to make sense of it all. The journey includes a race-riot, an earthquake, an overland adventure trailing my thus-far-lived life in tow, and then hiking into the wilderness with my progeny in tow. It includes making art alone in the dark, and ultimately expelling inner demons formed by my mother’s life-long battle with dissociative identity disorder, and finally ends with finding home in the bones that I knew all along.
Video preview of Into the Woods