seanessay.com “To me, poetry and prayer walk hand in hand” Jericho Brown I ask you: What if I traveled like a poet, seeing by metaphor, noticing what I notice? Maybe I would notice that, while walking around today, I didn’t “ooh and awe” over buildings, and that it helped when I stopped and looked at […]
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 […]
On a Cheery Child Note
seanessay.com Last week’s piece on Art ended on a grim note, so I surveyed my old Friday Free Fall writings for cheery childhood stuff. …We gather Friday mornings to have a “prompt,” of a word or phrase, then write swiftly, roughly, no parachute, no ‘do overs.’ … Prompt-the little people … Some like it hot, […]