Monday, December 17, 2012

The Homefront

I wrote this one after seeing soldiers on campus being greeted by some students. What stays behind their eyes?


“The Homefront”

“He stares at the red, cracked earth while he thinks.
He hears the call; it’s time to go to war.
His feet march a cadence of fatigue,
His red, cracked hands grip the stock of his gun.
His rifle is almost too heavy now,
Weighed down by the death he claims with hollow pride.
Dead weight is the worst to carry they say.
At his side a brother erupts in red,
Fountains blasting forth, unstoppable, as
The rat-tat of the guns blisters the air.
He tries to piece his man back together
But he can’t, there‘s no man left to save.”

This is what his eyes say as we shake hands:
No “thank you” can bring a brother back home.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

A play, a play!


So I wrote this a while ago and just found it, thought you might enjoy it. Makes me seem witty eh?

The Importance of Speaking about Ernest

Setting:
            Up-scale wedding reception at a fancy hotel ballroom
Characters:
Johnny- mid-twenties, tall, deliberately unkempt brown hair, dark clothes, classic handsome
            Sarah- mid-twenties, beautiful, short, modern hairstyle
            Cathy- Early twenties, short, long hair, slightly inebriated
            The scene opens on the ballroom, there is a dance floor not far from the bar but it is not very crowded. Near the bar are two girls, Cathy and Sarah. As they are chatting Johnny enters the room and mills about until he approaches her.
Cathy
            (Hoisting her drink about as she scolds Sarah)
Come on Sarah, stop being a bore! Lighten up, have a drink!
Sarah
I am not a bore! I’m having plenty of fun.
Cathy
Fun? You call sitting here by yourself, staring at everyone else fun? Live a little!
Sarah
I’m just taking in the scene, is that really so wrong? Besides, aren’t there some guys you should be concerning yourself with?
Cathy
            (With her nose upturned, feigning superiority)
Well duh, you should appreciate the fact that I’m over here talking to you! If that’s the way you want it, fine! There are plenty of other people here who want to talk to me.
As she leaves, Sarah orders a drink
Johnny
Hey, what’s your name pretty lady?
Sarah
Not one you’ll need to remember
Johnny
Aww come on, don’t be like that. You’re just gonna crush a man’s dreams that quickly?
Sarah
Crush a man’s dreams? Not so much. Now a boy’s dreams, that’s another story.
Johnny
Whoa whoa, no need to get snippy like that! I just wanted to make some conversation; I don’t know anyone at this wedding.
Sarah
If you don’t know anyone why did you come? Sounds to me like you may not belong here.
Johnny
I know the bride Stacy, and I’ve seen the groom before. So are you going to tell me your name anytime soon?
Sarah
Well you are kind of cute, for a teenager. But that’s not enough for me to give you a name yet. I’m not the typical female to swoon at the “I’m too good for grooming” persona. Although I must say that is an impressive choice of jacket. I wasn’t aware they had such an expansive selection at GAP kids.
Johnny
            (Laughs)
Peace, peace! You don’t make it easy on a guy. Let me try this again: hello miss, my name is Johnny. And you are?
Sarah
            (Smiles)
It should never be too easy. Nice to meet you Johnny, my name is Sarah. So what do you do?
Johnny
Oh this and that, right now I’m a temp at a law firm, but in my spare time I like to fancy myself a writer.
Sarah
Is that so? I never would have guessed. Your attempts at conversation were all so filled of impressive verbage.
Johnny
            (Sarcastically)
Ah but madam you wound me! Did you not realize the truth of my loquacious nature upon first glance? My moody, introspective posture, dark clothes and haunted visage did nothing to portray the lugubrious inner anguish that begs to leap forth through my literature?
Sarah
(Laughs)
Well I couldn’t have seen all that past the drool forming around your feet while you were ogling me. But despite myself I’d have to say you’re somewhat charming.
Johnny
            (Smiles disarmingly)
Ah that’s better; I had hoped you might warm up to me at some point!
Sarah
So what is it you write Shakespeare? Is the next big play your doing? Or maybe you wrote the latest teen vampire craze? I’d love to say I know someone famous.
Johnny
Even better to say that you made a famous man tremendously insecure though right? Sadly though, the most I’ve had published are some editorials in the local paper. No teen paranormal romance dramas here, I apologize.
Sarah
I called you charming, that’s enough right? Editorials, that’s how Ernest Hemingway got his start yes?
Johnny
Close, he was a journalist. I’m impressed.
Sarah
            (Smiles)
These good looks aren’t all I have Johnny Boy, there are some brains behind these curls.
Johnny
That’s why I took the time to talk to you. Tell me about you, what do you do?
Sarah
Sadly I never picked up the literature thing, I’m a psychology teacher at Ridgewood High School.
Johnny
A teacher! I never would have guessed.
Sarah
And why is that? Do I not look smart enough?
Johnny
No no, that’s not it at all! You’re just far prettier than all the social studies teachers I’ve come into contact with.
Sarah
Something tells me that silver tongue of yours has you coming in contact with a lot of pretty women.
Johnny
None as pretty as you, that I can assure you.
Sarah
            (With a smile)
You mean none as smart as me; they can’t tell when you’re full of shit.
Johnny
            (With mock indignation)
Again, you wound me! I can’t bear to hear you say such indecencies about me madam.
Sarah
I suppose you were hoping for other indecencies then?
Johnny
Such a clever tongue should be used in other ways I think.
            (Winks)
Sarah
(Laughs)
And to think I believed you were still a boy, such audacity!
Johnny
I am not known for timidity Miss..?
Sarah
Oh no, you don’t get the last name yet Johnny Boy. Most guys try to buy me a drink before they talk about committing indecencies with me.
Johnny
Well I can assure you I am not most guys; however, speaking of drinks would you like one?
Sarah
            (Smiles)
In fact I would, bring me an Old Fashioned if you’d please.
Johnny
            (Laughs)
Oh is that so! I’ll be right back then madam.
Cathy
            (Walks up to Sarah as Johnny leaves to get a drink)
Well he lasted longer than most, I’m impressed he didn’t leave crying.
Sarah
Oh he’s coming back, he’s just getting me a drink.
Cathy
            (Incredulous)
He’s what!?
Sarah
            (Laughs)
You heard me right, he’s coming back. This one’s different, he can actually keep up with me.
Cathy
But Sarah, you embarrass guys! You make them run crying to their mommies. This is unreal!
Sarah
Oh come on, I’m not that bad. I just have high standards is all.
Cathy
Sarah, I’ve seen you talk to guys at bars. They crumble when you talk to them. You even insult the hot ones.
Sarah
I am not that bad! Besides, then those hot ones go and talk to you, what are you complaining about?
Cathy
I’m not complaining, I’m just saying that you don’t ever talk to guys for more than a few insults. Besides, this one isn’t even that cute.
Sarah
Oh you’re just saying that because he’s not big muscled and slow. He’s charming, and he likes Hemingway.
Cathy
Of course, one of THOSE.
            (Rolls her eyes)
You know all those writers have issues right?
Sarah
Like I said this one’s different. But we’ll see, he hasn’t made it too far yet.

Cathy
Farther than any other guys I’ve seen that’s for su-
Sarah
He’s coming back! Leave!
            (Pushes Cathy out of the way)
Cathy
You did not just do that!
            (Walks away indignantly)
Johnny
            (Hands Sarah the drink and watches Cathy storm away)
What was that all about?
Sarah
Oh nothing, just a friend of mine telling me that I should stop talking to you.
Johnny
Did she now? And why is that? Does she fear for your honor then?
Sarah
Not at all, she just likes it when I soften up her targets for her.
Johnny
And what will you do? Are you ready to drop this weary husk of a man you’ve so effectively enfeebled with your sharp wit?
Sarah
            (Smiles)
Not quite yet, I’m hoping to get another few drinks out of you first

Johnny
Oh good, I was hoping I’d have a few more chances to embarrass myself for your amusement.
Sarah
Something tells me you write more than editorials.
Johnny
Ah you’ve caught me! I also write in my diary nightly, it’s the only place I can be completely honest.
Sarah
            (Laughs)
No no, I mean real writing. Poetry, fiction, things like that.
Johnny
And if I told you I did write those things?
Sarah
Then I would request to see them. Although I expect some true gravitas to your scribblings, otherwise this wit you possess is all for naught.
Johnny
I assure you madam, nothing could be farther from the truth. Miss Sarah, may I ask you something?
Sarah
Whatever would you like to inquire of me good Johnny Boy?
Johnny
I would formally like to request your accompaniment on the dance floor, if you would be so inclined as to acquiesce to this potentiality.
Sarah
            (Smiles)
Why sir, I do believe that I would be delighted to escort you to the dance floor.
            (As they dance, Johnny holds Sarah close, but not too close. His hands do not stray.)
Sarah
I must say, not only am I impressed with your nimbleness but also with your politeness as well. This lasciviousness you alluded to seems to have fled!
Johnny
            (Laughs)
Oh it’s there all right; I just respect you too much to allow that to be at the forefront of our interaction at the moment.
Sarah
Again, I must say that I’m impressed Johnny Boy. But it’s time for me to go, I have prior engagements with some very important figures, I’m sure you understand.
Johnny
            (Feigning a crestfallen expression)
If only I had more time! I was hoping to possibly learn your last name before you left.
Sarah
            (Reaches up to whisper in Johnny’s ear)
My number is 549-9009 don’t forget it. And it’s Carter. Sarah Carter.
            (As she pulls back she kisses Johnny on the cheek)
Johnny
            (A large grin is painted across his face. He reaches down to kiss Sarah on the hand)
I couldn’t forget it even if I tried Miss Carter. I will speak to you soon.
           
Sarah turns and walks out. Johnny watches her leave, the same grin stuck to his face. The curtain falls as she finally exits.

            

Friday, December 7, 2012

Thoughts right now


This was spur of the moment ideas that just came to me. These concepts embody what I want to write about, what I want to say to the world. More actual prose is coming next week, after finals. It's been a little hectic lately

We are capable of so much more than we ever think we will be. The power inside of us in incomparable, and we don’t even know it. The capacity for great good and great evil is inherent in every one of us, but what unlocks that potential? Is it society? God? The universe? Or is it what we do each and every day? Our lives are built upon the visions and revisions of our lives, and what we are is more than the sum of our parts. Our history does not define us, nor does our present confine us. Our future frees us, and that freedom calculates to the true nature of our being: there is always redemption, hope, faith. We can be so much more than what we think we can be, but it’s up to us to work towards that goal. So what if she doesn’t care about you anymore. So what if you didn’t get the job you wanted. So what if you can’t seem to catch a break? The worth is in the act, and it’s up to you to find that out. Make your life the best you possibly can, and good things will come to you. Follow your own path, discover your Buried Life and you will become so much more than you ever dreamed. The world seems daunting, impossible, unforgiving, but you have something they can never take away: you.