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From Phoenix, Arizona

I want to write screenplays for a living.

I am graduating soon from U of A with a degree in creative writing.

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Arts & Humanities > Thoughts on Writing Disciplining inspiration for creative writing: 2 of 8

Community is Fiction: A Human Connection- An empty white paper bag from P.F. Chang's China Bistro rests on the opposite corner of this full-size pillow-top bed I am sitting cross-legged on. A glaring notebook-computer is open on my lap and my empty fingers sit motionless on the letters; on the screen is a bullet list of even...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Writing: 124 of 464

Chipping Doves- To write is bloody-fingered love in letters, like chipping a dove with a one-iron just above the green, the flat green living floor, beyond the screen, I call my brain. If dove blood drips, I can't complain about stains on the screen. A Plain view shows my dove, my words, the gore, dripping on the screen. Not...
Entertainment > Movie Reviews Movie reviews: Apocalypto: 5 of 13

Apocalypto, although set in the forests of central America, retains the same edge-of-your-seat genius as classic action films like The Rock or Bad Boys II. Without ignoring realistic, emotional aspects of life, the film delves deeply into the intense elements of life in the forests. Although the Mayan civilization and cultur...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 716 of 1148

April Noise (Sestina)- I wish they would assume you are a cold, cunning stop- devil. The defiant moving think of you a light to guide the earth. We turn wheels to take us places waiting to steer us to nothing. Even going to the gas station turns to an innocent mother on the phone, crying in the street. April needs coffee, bu...
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Materialism: 16 of 25

A Marxian Beauty- The rise of materialism and the general consumption of goods has shaken our society into a new direction. In the past, it seemed that people held great importance to the time they spent with family and the moral values they passed down by generation. This is harshly opposed to the contemporary society that ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love: 487 of 718

Wrinkled Lime- Wheels slowed prior to the wrinkles in the lime, a twist over the time when living sound beats the moving heart. I sit by a fine kind of some thing, a stretched accessory ghosting a dulling skin, one curving senses sin suffers through on gray days when silk legs walk to the rain and hail. Younger, I thought no...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 597 of 828

His Gold-plated, Britannia-metal Knight- Puppet-strung but seasoned, up for his career, The balding, suited man takes the gold with thanks to declare. I can foresee my reel being buried in the clear. You'd like to thank dusty men and women, the media, and beer. I am the one now coming to the forefront; hello, thank you. I'm ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspired by books and movies: 21 of 29

Understanding Pins and Needles- Beyond the clicking blades, the man is pure. The golden heart and aching metal glove; A man is hindered by the mask, unsure Of who he wants or that he might find love. The black that likes his home is never gone, The mountain and the living greens, the hair That jumps and looks beyond, a birth...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Orange: 10 of 11

Oranges A base of sharp brown-green grass held oranges, tasteless, only worthy of the brown bag. In green shorts, holding the bag's bottom with two hands, I would trot around the yard. Today, now, I'd pick them up at light-speed, working down thoughts; Back then, I didn't make connections between time and dead grass.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life: 1004 of 1104

Jetpack With Wheels- The season slow-roasted the sidewalk so I had to wear shoes when I went to play. The hollow car-port next door meant I was playing alone, and my free skateboard from the neighbors was a jetpack. My track was the cul-de-sac holding my first thirteen years, and the board could hold two knees; if you ride i...