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
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.
"Tossed out on their ears, they were just like mine, building and whining while creation was stirred. Aprons they sewed, I saw falling from above, and factories they spawned without even knowing. They were lost before I was built, but we all suffered the same, thrown out from our home so strange. I had only just left them, after seeing their folly, and while searching heaven for my completion undone, I sought the blue but fell down its shoot instead. It was not to be, conclusion and me, sprawling together down through the blue, a tube I was sucked through into knowing. "
"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."
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