a scribble of jo

where to?

Year: 2014

  • midnight whispers

    One in the morning and you look out at the lake. Vast, immense–at this time of night it seems as if it could go on forever. Much like wayward thoughts that have been waiting for you to drop your guard to make their assault. And assault it is. Thoughts you have managed to keep at…

  • true north

    You drive the highway, feel life pull you in different directions, but his the strongest. A magnet, true north—all other directions relate to this. Night darkens around you both until the green lights of the dash illuminate his face, and his eyes become eternal. The moment stands infinite and fleeting all at once, and you think to…

  • the deep

    I sit on the dock in the middle of a storm, and I wait for the whisper to reassure me. Winds howl–like wolves hungry for satisfaction–and the waves of the lake slap at the edges of the cold  metal dock. The lake is surprisingly bright for this midnight disaster. I lay my body down, too tired…

  • exhaustion and thrills

    This week has exhausted and thrilled me. I had the chance to participate in the Hudson Valley Writing Program at SUNY New Paltz, mentoring eighteen enthusiastic teenage writers intent on honing their craft. It felt so good to be back in a classroom, near learning again. What is it within that thirsts for knowledge? If…

  • back to the basics

    As I look back on the past six months, I want to fall to my face and say thank you to God for letting me make it here. Back to the basics. Back to my knees. Back to being broken before the only One who can heal. For awhile there, I tried to make it…