Hope is Emily’s Thing

seanessay.com “Hope” by Emily Dickinson … Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul That sings the tune—without the words And never stops at all … And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash that little bird That kept so many warm … I’ve […]

Free Falling in First Person

seanessay.com Since free fall writing, by definition, is not edited, I don’t need to hold this “essay” back for my peers to edit. I can simply cut-and-paste yesterday’s Free Fall Friday. (10 a.m.-12 noon at the Alexandra Writers Centre, in person and another group online) Prompt- afraid One day, I realized I was afraid. I, […]

How Everyone But Leftists Learn

seanessay.com From yesterday’s Free Fall Friday comes this a poem. Ignore my poetic license; Sir Winston Churchill did not exactly fail school, but he had his troubles. He started writing as a young man, and I am privileged to have several old volumes of his personal essays. Journalists may recall Strunk and White’s advice to […]

Poetry as a Placeholder

seanessay.com My week has been productive, but not blog-wise, because I’ve been on holiday, then working on a piece for my “Creative Nonfiction” class. Derek Sivers e-mailed me from New Zealand to ask about the class, but it was too hard for me to describe without oversimplifying and thereby misleading. So I sent him an […]

Free Falling Through Snow and History

seanessay.com (over 900 words) Falling down the rabbit hole, writing on Free Fall Friday. prompt- transferred My values have transferred. Once, if I sincerely wanted the doctor to come, I would hitch up the horses to fetch him. But once we installed (lazy) telephones the doctor wisely declined. Call it a transfer of values, from […]

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