‘I don’t believe in it (writer’s block). All writing is difficult.
he most you can hope for is a day when it goes reasonably easily.
Plumbers don’t get plumber’s block, and doctors don’t get doctor’s block;
why should writers be the only profession
that gives a special name to the difficulty of working,
and then expects sympathy for it?’

~Philip Pullman

It’s been so long since I wrote that I forgot the format I normally take. So allow me the luxury to break precedence and offer a new piece of writing early in the blog instead of later—

Indulge me with a read.


A Suit on Tuesday

I went home on Tuesday
In a suit and tie
I had bought myself.

My father kept quiet,
He didn’t approve.
And I don’t know why.

My older brother watched.
He lectured me some:
“Get off your horse, kid.”

My mother liked the suit.
She said, “I’m sorry, but
Your father means well.”

My brother lies in bed.
He tells me how rich
He’s going to get.

“Great plans”, my father says,
“He’s going to bring
Great pride to our name.”

At work, six days a week;
Saved every cent
For that damn black suit.

“How goes the iron mill?”
My mother means well.
My father just scoffs.

“It’s a dirty place, Ma.”
She stares at my suit
And I look away.

“You don’t look like the rest,”
Mother says sternly:
“Keep your nails clean, boy.”

I nod but in my room
I take off my pride.
I bury it deep.


I don’t know what to make of it. By the end of the semester, it was the best of the poetry I had written, despite the inherent simplicity. I don’t know. It is supposed to be a vessel of emotional investment.

Are you invested? Am I? Leave me some words on A Suit on Tuesday.

I want to hear what you think poetry is. I’ve spent a third of a semester learning about it, and I’m not convinced I can even properly define the word, much less write anything of merit.

Its nice to be lost. I always thought a map should be crossed with sleek, horizontal blue lines.



By the way:

The Who Dat Nation here in New Orleans can feel free to cherish their gloried attempt at a 16 – 0 season; I’m enjoying the effort very much and frankly, everyone in the city is acting a little nicer, a little more cheerful ever since the season started.

It is important to note, that if the Saints do make it to the Super Bowl, they stand no chance against my San Diego Chargers, led by the unstoppable MVP – Candidate Quarterback Philip Rivers #17.

I know, I know. Nothing to do with writing, but hey— 🙂


I think I’m going to start writing again. I spent a semester writing assignments, and now I’m ready to write.

Short stories are going to come as they may, but creative essays have taken a strong foothold on my imagination.

Expect a few to follow, maybe I’ll publish the one that I wrote earlier in the semester that has inspired to write more.