Welcome to The Kitchen Sink!

•May 23, 2015 • Leave a Comment

The Kitchen Sink

Hi there. This blog is devoted to all manner of creative writing and is (ideally) updated several times each month.

I invite each of you to provide investigations and analyses; poetry and prose; reviews of film, literature, and music. Submit your own dramatic writing, introspective writing, unique and original writing. Submit your own thoughts regarding your politics and passions, hobbies and recommendations.

I invite your comments or criticism; your suggestions and feedback, at any time. Simply e-mail me or insert your desired copy as a comment, with a small note to say so. Please include your own ‘byline’ information, copyright information and/or author’s note so you can be credited for your own work.

More voices mean more variety. Let’s fill this Kitchen Sink with all the beauty and originality it can handle.

Sincerely, Chris Hibbard chris.hibbard@alumni.uleth.ca

Onward We Will March

•June 27, 2015 • 1 Comment

A poem
by Chris Hibbard
June 28, 2015

Onward We Will March

Deep into the trees
We will march
We will march
Deeper still we go
We will march
We will march
We will plunge into the forest
We will march
We will march

And when we’ve gotten lost
We will stop
We will stop
Oh yes when we’ve gone too far
We will stop
We will stop

But we will not turn around
No we will march
We will march
We will seek out wild places
We will march
We will march
We will visit places unexplored
We will march
We will march

And when we’ve seen enough
We will stop
We will stop
When we think we’ve seen it all
We will stop
We will stop

But we cannot now retreat
So we will march
We will march
There’s nothing for us back there now
So we will march
We will march
And onward we will go
So we will march
We will march
Until our bodies can march no more

And we will stop
It will stop

The Voice Of Addiction

•June 25, 2015 • 2 Comments

A poem
by Carrie Roush
Copyright March 2008
Recommended by Mary Jane Horsman
Posted June 25, 2015

The Voice Of Addiction

Well, it’s nice to finally meet you.
I’ve been waiting for your call.
I’ve noticed you’ve been crying,
And, I’ve watched you pace the halls.

Whatever has been hurting you,
I can make it disappear.
You know you have nothing to lose,
Nothing to live for, nothing to fear.

Thank you, for your invention.
I’ll be sure not to leave your side.
We’ll become very fast acquainted.
My naive child, there’s no use trying to hide.

I should probably introduce myself.
I am your very own addiction.
But, you can not be angry with me.
I am you own self-conviction.

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A New Road

•June 23, 2015 • Leave a Comment

A Poem
by Chris Hibbard
June 23, 2015

A New Road

I will walk down a new road, one I should have walked long ago
I will struggle and I will falter but onward I will go

I will see my past mistakes falling farther and farther behind
I will recover from my troubles; yes I will push them from my mind

I will encounter many obstacles as I march down the road
I will feel with every step that I carry a heavy load

I will look over my shoulder to see how far I’ve come
I will have my days and nights of pain; days and nights on which I’ll run

I will spend more time looking forward and less time looking behind
I will spend more time appreciating the wonders that are mine

I will try not to be surprised when my new road leads astray
I will be frightened by the twists and turns but will walk on anyway

I will mourn the moments I’ve forgotten and celebrate moments new
I will know with every step I take that this is the only thing to do

I will not look back with hunger but will look forward with appetite
I will move ever closer to my goal; a life of peace and light

I will struggle and I will falter but onward I will go
I will walk down a new road, one I should have walked long ago

Final Destination

•June 17, 2015 • Leave a Comment

A poem
By S.B
Published without permission
June 17, 2015

Take her on a journey; to a place far away.
A place she has yet to see; a place with no name.
Take her on a journey where she can feed her peace.
A place without pretending; a place where she’s at ease.
Take her on a journey that’ll make her heart grow fonder.
A place where she’s protected; a place no one can harm her.
Take her on a journey; to her final destination.
A safe haven she can call ‘her home of inspiration.’
Take her on a journey; to that place that lies within.
That place within your beating chest; adorn her in eternal abyss

My Dear Fellows

•June 16, 2015 • Leave a Comment

A poem
By Bruce A. Coates
Re-published without permission
June 16, 2015

My Dear Fellows

Leave your chores, dear fellow
Come out and play with me
Forsake your daily duties
And happy you shall be!

We’ll go dancing in the meadows
And sing a song or three
If you leave your chores, dear fellow
And come spend the day with me

This world is full of sights
Which two of us were meant to see
So let us go see some of them
As friends we’re meant to be

We’ll go hiking in the mountains
And dream of voyages at sea
If you leave your chores, dear fellow
And come spend the day with me

No more worrying about the kitchen
Or who may come for tea
For I don’t mind your dirty dishes
And our own company we can be

We’ll go swimming in the ocean
And build sandcastles on our knees
If you leave your chores, dear fellow
And come spend the day with me

Please, my dear fellow, please!

Beneath The Whispering Pines

•June 15, 2015 • Leave a Comment

A poem
by Chris Hibbard
June 15, 2015

Beneath The Whispering Pines

The time stands still
Wind falls away
And life slows to a crawl
Where two lives end
Two more begin
Together you and I
Between those whispering pines

The night stars twinkle
Moon rises high
And night slips cross the world
Where two hearts once beat
Two more keep time
Together you and I
Beneath the whispering pines

The sun stops crawling
Across the opalescent sky
And daytime is just a word
Where four hands once hung
Two are now intertwined
Together you and I
Beneath these whispering pines…
Beneath our whispering pines

Wisp

•June 14, 2015 • Leave a Comment

A poem
by Chris Hibbard
June 14, 2015

Wisp

Hear that soft quiet voice
Listen to its words
As infant wonder flutters
on newfound wings
Worried about that wisp of vagueness
Only seen before it dissipates

“Will you fall?” it whispers
“Will we fall?”
“Will you fail? it wonders
“Will we fail?”

The grasp on uncertainty has now disappeared
a realization that you made it all up
Caressing the ego into
a picture of comfortable numbness
See the mistake, if ever there was
Perhaps the point
the beginning was there
After shattering and crumbling
into the past
Grasp onto the cornerstone
Yet know enough to let it go.

Hear that soft quiet voice
Listen to its words
An elders experience unshaken
firm on giant wings
Unhurried by that wisp of vagueness
Only seen before it dissipates

“Let it go” it whispers.
“Leave it behind.”
“Let it go” it urges.
“Leave it all behind.”

 
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