Double hit today with poetry. This one I know is from my Poetry Workshop class that I took in college. I'm currently working on editing it, but this is fairly close to the original version with a few minor changes.
Let me know what you think of "Crossing."
Night came, and the darkness
shrouded the earth. The doe
looked out on the shadowed road,
deciding the right time to cross.
Her glass eyes reflected back the
sparkling lights of coming cars
and warned of the danger of that
strip of black with lines of white
and gold. But she went. And no
thing stopped her.
The buck came chasing the scent
of the one who would be his tonight.
But the black line came between
the pair. So intent on his mate,
the buck paid no heed to the blaring
horn of the truck barreling down the
hill. A flash, the tires screeching like
an eagle call on high, then the explosion
of rubber separating from metal.
A shower of sparks, shattered glass,
the only remains .
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Time for another poem. I think this was from a class, but I don't remember specifically. Please enjoy "The Violinist."
I stand and watch the man,
middle-aged, slightly balding,
and with a sprinkle of white in his beard,
as he opens his violin case,
pulls out the worn, old instrument
and begins to play.
You can see such sights all over.
The subways are my favorite spot,
the little children clinging to mothers’ arms
and staring wide eyed at the man with the
An easy way to make a cheap living,
I can’t help but wonder, does he have children?
Little mouths to feed?
Perhaps just a mangy dog lying on his master’s bed,
waiting for a bone and a fresh bowl of water.
He plays for hours while I sit on the park bench
across the street.
I can barely hear the clink of loose change
falling into his open case, “Donations welcome”
Opening my wallet, I pull out a handful of Franklins,
he seems to need them more than I.
I make my way across the lazy street, hoping to catch him
before he can pack his life away.
A motion from his hand,
the black streak of a limousine.
He looks up, smiles at me,
then disappears into oblivion.
Thoughts on the stories for my book?
I have a working title for the "Hearing" story but I'm at a loss for a title for "Touch" other than that.
Should I keep the stories uniform and name them all after the sense they feature or should they have unrelated titles?
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So obviously no one is buying my book this Black Friday.
It's not available on Amazon.com. There is no listing for it in the iBooks store. Barnes & Noble doesn't have it on their shelves or available for the Nook.
Next year at this time, I hope all that has changed. While the initial writing of these stories is taking longer than anticipated, my hope is that by this time next year, there are at least two books available in many of these outlets when you do an author search for Jonathan Ytreberg. Lose Your Senses will be available as well as a yet to be named collection of poetry.
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In travels around the internet recently I came across a retailer that sells "high end" jeans for prices that start around $180 a pair. I got to wondering how many families in need could be fed for the price of one of these pairs of jeans.
There are millions of people who will be out at Black Thursday(?) store openings tonight instead of spending time with their families on Thanksgiving.
As we enter the holiday season this year, ask yourself two questions.
Am I giving the important gifts or just the expensive ones?
Can my time and money be put to better use for someone else?
What gifts do you have to give, that you hold for just yourself? Make an effort to give more of yourself this holiday season and help those who might not have things as easy as you do.
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In the box of old papers that I found over the weekend, one of the poems that I found was one I had completely forgotten about but as soon as I saw it brought back so many memories of writing it.
I can't remember the specific assignment that led me to write this poem, but I do remember being at a loss for anything creative when I heard a faucet dripping in the bathroom at school.
And well, this is what came out.
Please enjoy the poem and check out the other poems I have posted on the Poetry Page. Any comments on any of the stuff posted there are always welcome.
as the water
seeps through the
crack in the window frame and
coagulates bit by liquid bit into something
more than the individual parts that make it up.
It grows and morphs, bends and stretches, seeming
always to push beyond the boundaries that it is
supposed to obey. Then, when it can hold
no more, it pulls away from that
to which it holds,
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It's time for a little contest. The first person who can comment on this post and tell me what the inspiration for this "essay" was when i wrote it, get's a prize. I can't tell you what the prize is because it would give away the answer.
Below is a selection from my essay Riboflavin 4%. The entire piece can be found on the Essays Page. There will be more coming there as well as the Poetry Page while I continue to work on "Touch".
The newest born of the lot is blue, favored most highly by those the world over. What is this color?
Some say it is the color of depression and despair. But I cannot help thinking of another blue. The infinite (or seemingly so) expanse of the sky on a summer evening about half an hour before the sun sets. The sight is known to all I’m sure. A look to the East shows the encroaching darkness of the night, perhaps with the beacon of our silent white neighbor.
I’ve always found the moon a reassuring thing. Like the sun, it lights the earth, though not in the same way of course. I don’t need to give an astronomy or physics lesson, but the moon seems to me the greatest mirror devised. What simple genius it was to place a ball of whitish-grey dust in the orbit of the only known life-harboring planet? Not that I’m saying any one person or being put it there on purpose. Even with no god or ultimate creator, the way the universe has designed itself is absolute genius.
The blue surrounding that gleaming orb in early evening is the shade I love. Some would call it purple or indigo. But to me, it’s a deep and sultry blue.
But blue can be light and airy. That same moon, shining through broken clouds on freshly fallen snow, casts a bluish pall on the night.
White on blue. There is something reassuring to that I feel. Just think of how bright pink stars would look on the blue field of the stars and Stripes…
LIFE! I’m actually surprised how much green I see every day. When you think of it, there must be some naturality to the color green that invigorates a person. At intersections when driving, we anticipate the change from red to green indicating that an invisible barricade has evaporated. The great symbol of freedom standing in New York harbor is eternally known to be a pale shade of emerald, though anyone familiar with her material will know that she was once a brownish gold. Plants, the most obvious and abundant green are life itself. They create the energy that makes our own lives possible. Without green, there is death.
Don't forget to check out the full text here!
I wrote here a few months back that I had found a stash of old papers from my college days and would be posting a bunch of my old stories and poems.
I had been a bit hasty with that proclamation. The papers I had found were important, but not from any of my creative writing classes.
That was then, this is now!
Recent reports from the Disney company indicate that the long lost son of everyone's favorite Jedi Master will make an appearance in the announced sequels to the original Star Wars saga.
I hope I have everyone's attention now.
While I wish that I had this kind of insider knowledge, especially about one of my favorite movie franchises of all time, I don't.
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Why am I writing this book?
Barnes & Noble's website lists 2630 results for books that will be released next week.
According to NewMusicTipsheet.com, there were 202 albums released on Tuesday 11/13/12.
The Internet Movie Database lists only 3 movies being widely released this week. (maybe a bad example because most studios are surely saving the blockbusters a few weeks so they don't have to compete as much with Twilight) There are only an additional 4 in limited release this week.
My blog is here to give updates on my writing projects and occasionally post new poems or story excerpts.