Welcome to The Kitchen Sink!

•May 23, 2015 • Leave a Comment

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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

You Chose

•February 2, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Walking direction on asphalt

A poem
by Shannon L. Alder
Republished without permission
February 2, 2016

You chose to give away your love.
You chose to have a broken heart.
You chose to give up.
You chose to hang on.

You chose to react.
You chose to feel insecure.
You chose to feel anger.
You chose to fight back.
You chose to have hope.

You chose to be naïve.
You chose to ignore your intuition.
You chose to ignore advice.
You chose to look the other way.
You chose to not listen.
You chose to be stuck in the past.

You chose your perspective.
You chose to blame.
You chose to be right.
You chose your pride.
You chose your games.

You chose your ego.
You chose your paranoia.
You chose to compete.
You chose your enemies.
You chose your consequences.

You chose.
You chose.
You chose.
You chose.

However, you are not alone.
Generations of people in your family have chosen.
People around the world have chosen.
We all have chosen at one time in our lives.
We stand behind you now screaming:

Choose to let go.
Choose dignity.
Choose to forgive yourself.
Choose to forgive others.
Choose to see your value.
Choose to show the world you’re not a victim.
Choose to make us proud.

 

Missing You

•January 26, 2016 • Leave a Comment

A poem by Colleen Fitzsimmons
for Shadow
Published without permission Jan. 26, 2016

Missing You

I stood by Your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that You were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to You softly as You brushed away a tear,
“It’s Me, I haven’t left You, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”

I was close to You at breakfast, I watched You pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times Your hands reached down to Me.
I was with You at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take Your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with You at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure You, that I’m not lying there.
I walked with You towards the house, as You fumbled for Your key.
I gently put my paw on You, I smiled and said “It’s Me.”

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let You know, that I was standing there.
It’s possible for Me to be so near You everyday.
To say to You with certainty, “I never went away.”
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think You knew…
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to You.

The day is over now … I smile and watch You yawning
and say “Good-night, God bless, I’ll see You in the morning.”
And when the time is right for You to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet You and We’ll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show You, there is so much for You to see.
Be patient, live Your journey out…then come home to be with Me.

The Sky Children

•January 20, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Song lyrics
Composed by Kaleidoscope (UK)
From the album Tangerine Dream (1967)

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A million white flowers in a field in the sky
Seemed to spell out a greeting as the children flew by
A guard in a chariot of silver and gold
Gave the children all tickets, then the story he told
Of a time in the future that was sunshine and flowers
And the children grew sleepy in the sky’s white towers
They dreamed of the story that the guard had displayed
They saw all the wonders, tiny minds were amazed
They saw candy forests and dragons that breathed fire
On all that was evil in the misty mire

They came to the village where the turtles in caves
Made pies for the people and the lemonade
The people lived out by the sea and each day
The seagulls would wake them as they passed on their way
The people were kindly, they would sing to the sky
And each bright new morning, the sun shone from their eyes
The children passed over and all the people could see
As they dived from the sky to the treacle sea
They bathed on the white sand, minutes turned into hours
And the children all giggled and gave each other flowers

The King from his castle came down to the sea
And he spoke to the children so patiently
He gave them small presents and bid them farewell
And the children unwrapped them, tiny silver bells
Their tinkling floated across the island with ease
And it came back toward them on the perfume breeze
They smiled at the tinkling, they gazed at the sun
And they smiled at each other, pretty little ones
A beautiful white horse came down to the sea
And the children all climbed up as he knelt on one knee

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The Wall

•January 15, 2016 • Leave a Comment

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A poem by Chris Hibbard
for Mary Jane
January 15, 2016

Sometimes I like to build a wall
Brick upon brick
Stone upon stone
I hide behind it when you call

It’s not a wall to keep you out
Kiss to kiss
Miss to miss
It’s not you which my wall’s about

It’s more like a wall to keep me in
Hour by hour
Shower by shower
More like it keeps it all within

The wall is hard to understand
Day after day
Way after way
This wall within which lives a man

Living In The Eye Of The Storm

•December 17, 2015 • Leave a Comment

A poem by Chris Hibbard
for Mary Jane
December 17. 2015

Sometimes I feel lost in a sea of forget
Black tides wash over me
Splashing my face and soul
Riptides tear away at my memories
Leaving but small fragments scattered
Unrecognized, uncategorized
Yet my arms reach out to find rescue
My heart is unwilling to drown
Your shore is so close to my salvation
Though waves continue to push me
Further away and farther down
Yes I refuse to give up this life we have made
I will persevere through the storm and the rain
The sun will continue to shine behind daytime darkness
And my devotion to hope will deny the currents
I will struggle to stay above water
As the powers of the abyss pull me down
Staying true to my heart
I will fight to remember
Recalling memories of our paradise
Living in the eye of the storm

Love & Patience

•December 17, 2015 • Leave a Comment

A poem by Angela Ladouceur
Republished without permission
December 17, 2015

Be strong my friend.
I am with you in heart and soul.
The pain the endure,
will fade away with time.

Be patient and try to understand
that the heartache you feel today,
is life’s lesson for tomorrow.

Be inspirational and a giver of energy.
Bring happiness to all who come within your reach,
for they will explode into smiles,
and their veins will flow with happiness.

Be true to yourself.
With a great abundance of self assurance,
Your path will find less obstacles.
And the light will shine brighter in the end.

Be forgiving of others,
for they know not what they do.
It is in forgiving others,
that we find that fighting tool,
that will shatter the tongue of anyone.

With our heart cleansed with love and forgiveness,
you become the reality for someone else’s dream,
and their nighmares become forgotten thoughts.

The Rain

•December 17, 2015 • Leave a Comment

A poem by Travis Beam
Reprinted without Permission
December 17, 2015

Listen to the rain and you will hear me there
Listen to the rain and you will find me there

Walk out in the rain and you will find my drenched body
Walk out in the rain and find me wanting you

Kneel beside me in the rain and you will see my love for you
Kneel beside me in the rain and you will experience my love

Run away from me in the rain and you will hear me follow
Run away from me in the rain and you will feel me catch you

Fall down with me in the rain and you will feel my lips
Fall down with me in the rain and you will feel my hips

Roll around with me in the rain and you will be engulfed
Roll around with me in the rain and you will beg for more

You are me in the rain and I, in turn, am you.

 
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