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 Village © DTNoll 10-13 דורונול.JPG
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Dark Trip © DTNoll 7-16 דורונול.JPG

Possibly Coming Soon:

Fish Bowl  — A Poem of Love and Dirt:  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."

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.

Excerpts:

"Carried away in a sack unkempt, having been bound; breaking each side of the road into a world cast-down, the caravan carrying me stopped a moment to dwell, where an old woman burst from her grave begging peace, not devastation. And, this damn convoy reacted by releasing me from my tomb, on the way to our doom, and I was inclined to help by breaking another of my bones—for, the old lady’s tongue was soft, and it sung..."

"Then, on the side of road where we had stopped the whole convoy, 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.

The Mission and Love Lost:  in which, while terraforming a planet buried within mechanical exoskeletons, our collective souls are ripped from one another. However, as we realize our loss and the inevitable end of the world we once knew, we are blessed with a window to love.

Etrog in Space, chalk on paper © 10-2016, 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

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