In the Moment Poetry is simply just that: a poem written at a particular moment that is inspired by the present, with little to no post-editing applied. This is the first post in the series.
It has been a long time since I've updated this blog. Three years, in fact. Sadly, my writing habits tapered off after my writing classes finished around that time ...
A globe of light emanated from the lantern Ifanco held as he stepped carefully over the rocks. The cavern was dank and full of bats, but he encountered no hostility during his descent into the dark. For what seemed like days, he had searched blindly through the last known entrance to Great Below, a series of cavernous veins that coursed underneath Benu mountain ...
For class, I had to write a story that was mostly dialogue, with some other parameters. I had written it straight up almost like a script, so I decided to turn it into a script format.
"Some kinda' green pus dripped down from the tentacles on the...thing. Disgusting. It seemed like there was a discharge every time it moved that arm. Had some kind of bandages wrapped all around it, they were dangling everywhere. With the claws of its right hand, it would grab at the other arm ..."
I am still working on some stories, tweaking them, so I figured I would post this little poem I wrote a few weeks ago in the meantime. I’ll have some new stories up sometime in the next week or so. I had originally posted this on Facebook but I figured it would fit on my blog. Enjoy!
I decided to post the first chapter to a novel I wrote a couple of years ago. It was for the 'National Novel Writing Month' contest, and I had completed the 50,000 word goal. This novel will probably never see the light of day, or get developed into anything other than what it is. However, I may use Morton in something else in the future.