Shawn L. Bird

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poem-waiting in line March 11, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:21 pm
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Another car

goes ice dancing

swirling

spinning

from one side of the road to the other

Sending inhabitants flying

in the death spiral.

Stop! Accident scene!

and I must wait

First in line

While 3 ambulances

2 fire trucks

2 marked police cars

4 unmarked police cars

and 2 tow trucks

sort everything out

45 mins late for work

this morning

but thankful

not to be

in one of the ambulances.

I was doing that

ice dance in the same place yesterday.

One moment we are travellers

the next we are dancers

facing a sudden stop

and a different journey.

 

 

 

So, whatcha writin’ in that NaNoWriMo thing, anyway? July 11, 2013

Filed under: Grace Awakening Myth,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:23 pm
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In November, when I was actually on track with my NaNo writing, I had a few gems that still make me happy. This book is now with the editor (who has gone to Europe for 2 weeks, and abandoned me!) Thought I’d share this with you, in the hopes that it will inspire today’s Camp NaNo efforts to get more than 500 words a day, which is all I’ve been managing so far! (Arg). Enjoy.

Shawn L. Bird

Thought you might like to see what’s coming along.  Ben is now at University of Calgary with his friends Paul and Ryan.  (Craigie Hall is the music building). Grace is living in the Shuswap with her Auntie Bright.  If you’re new to the story, you should know that Grace and Ben are connected telepathically.  Ben is the earthly realm form of the demi-god Orpheus.  He’s narrating.

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I was walking down a corridor in Craigie Hall when a stab of pain crashed into my head.  I staggered into the wall, and grabbed for support.

A girl rushed over to me, “Are you okay?”

I shook my head, gasping, and she guided me to a bench.  I dropped my head between my knees.  “I’ll be okay.  It’s fine.”  The pain wasn’t mine, it was reverberating from Grace.  She didn’t know yet how to completely control her side of our connection.  Her…

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A chorus line July 1, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:13 pm
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Two horses, white and bay

stand companionably

munching their lunches.

Atop the bay,

upon each vertebrae,

perches a bitty bird,

observing the world:

A small flock aligned

along an equine

telephone line.

The white mare,  back bare,

munches, and muses

on popularity’s

winners and losers.

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Coming home from work the other day, I looked into a field and was amused to see this sight.  I wish I’d had my camera with me, but since I didn’t, here’s a picture made from words for you. 😉

 

 
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