I’ve been doing more thinking about writing than actually writing, and I’ve been looking back at several things I’ve written. There isn’t much incentive to start something completely new, mostly because I have zero new ideas, but also because my mind keeps cycling the old stories and characters through my head. They still fascinate me.
So I figure that if I can revisit one (or more?) of them, it might give me more incentive to continue to write (or at least make my existing writing better), and it will make my characters shut up because they will finally get much-needed attention.
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In the Grass
The weekend arrived,
giving me time to think.
But I did way too much of that already,
so I went to see Gary.
We played some D&D for a while,
but it was not as much fun
with just two people.
Eventually we found ourselves
outside in the grass.
“So your friend Liz is pregnant, huh?” Gary asked.
“I can’t even imagine that.”
“Of course you can’t,” I said.
“You’re a guy.”
We laughed awkwardly,
until he finally confronted
the elephant (snake?) in the grass.
what’s up with them?”
Gary was so annoyed he couldn’t even
say my ex-crush’s name.
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While we dug holes
for the Liriope,
we came across a full bottle
of orange soda
buried in the dirt.
It was two years past
its expiration date,
the boys opened it
and dared each other to drink it.
Our computer engineering teacher
and the horticulture teacher
told us to throw the bottle away,
they took that literally
and flung the bottle onto the roof.
A sticky cascade of shimmering
upon all our heads,
and three more students
from the horticulture class
got sent to in-school suspension.
That class was really
In computer engineering,
we got stuck doing something
totally unrelated to computers.
We helped the horticulture class
plant a small crop of Liriope
as ground cover.
Most of the horticulture class
had gotten in-school suspension
for trying to grow marijuana
in the school greenhouse,
so the class contained five students,
We knew nothing about planting things.
All we knew was ripping apart metal,
and booting from a floppy.
But planting was strangely peaceful.
It was soothing to pat the dirt
around a plant,
give it a sprinkling of water,
and hope it will grow
stronger and taller.