New Day

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New Day

It can’t
seize its bearing
until the cat
finds her perch
on the soft chair
beside the window,
her tail swaying
as a rudder
pointing
the early hour
toward night.

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Poet

A poet does not forfeit his ache when hunger is slain or thirst quenched. He, as a shepherd, fathoms the value of time, the way it trickles over stone, a stream that smooths crag and crook. He listens when trees share their stories. He accepts that his voice is just one thread in a cord that reaches before him and behind, far beyond the length of his senses.

Screenwriting 101

Image result for old projectorIf you’ve read my last post, you know I am now a screenwriter employed by a movie studio to develop and write screenplays. Currently, I’m working on a script that will transition into production in 2020.

Screenwriting is different than any writing I’ve done before. Yes, I am the primary writer. In fact, I’m the only writer; yet, I’m working with several people as I write. I meet with a team of movie folk to read the script, discuss it, suggest revisions, additions and subtractions. In the past, my writing faced only the contempt and praise of one judge, me. I remain my harshest critic, but my words now need to please others. It’s truly a team effort and being a part of that team is exhilarating.

My script is 60 pages long and growing. I’m loving all of this.

I’m a Screenwriter

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I haven’t posted here in almost a month, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing. Rather, I’ve been writing more than ever.

A movie studio has asked me to be a part of its creative team developing original content for television and the big screen, To that end, I’m currently 50 pages deep into a screenplay that will begin production in 2020, the production of a major motion picture.

For now, this blog, generally a poetry blog, will record my adventures in the movie industry.

Needless to say, I am terribly excited!!

Paradise

I’ve been busy, a good busy, but nonetheless, time has not been my own. Today, I was able to claim a bit just for me.

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Paradise

Just a moment
to taste

a morning’s air,
a breath sweetened

by the shadows
a sparrow ferries

across the yard,
above a clutch

of dandelions
still burdened

with bulbs of dew,
and know

the next moment
is yours.