This is my writing page. As mentioned on my
about me page, I write short stories and
poetry. Of course, since I have written them, they are mine.
This means that I legally own them and the copyright is held by
me. Just making that clear. :)
My Series of Short Stories
Be sure to read them in the order that I have them listed,
or they will make much less sense. The order should be:
6.The Bar Finished in 2003? Anyway, it's the next installment.
I am working on the 7th installment, The Sign. When it is finished, I will post it
here.
General works.
Just a general note about my poems: The emotions in them are almost always fact, if not the storyline. So if I say that I jumped off a bridge, it's
probably not true, but if I say that I felt like jumping off a bridge,
it probably is. :-) Sometimes the blurbs will make things clearer, but if
they don't, refer back here. :-)
I have re-organized these works (mostly poems, but a few short stories) to be in as
close to chronological order as possible. Enjoy!
1992
The Maniac. This
is the first short story that I ever
wrote, back in the fall of 1992.
1994
She I finally found my 1994/95/very
early 1996 notebook! And this is the first poem I wrote in
it, about my high school crush. Basically the first poem I ever wrote, other than haiku, which I may add a separate page for at some point.
Advice/Not Funny Two separate short
poems written in Sept. or Oct. 1994.
Senseless Unreality. I wrote
this in the fall of 1994, it's hilarious! Enjoy!
Trick or Treater This is a short
story that I wrote around Halloween of 1994. It'll surprize you.
Fall Of Humankind A rather
dark little story/essay that has a message, one
that more people should pay attention to, IMO. It too was written
around Halloween of 1994, and it will, if not surprize,
maybe shock you. Or not.
4 Short Poems Just as it sounds, these
are 4 short poems I wrote in late 1994, if I remember correctly. Enjoy!
Fuck the Tube! Pardon the profanity, but it's
part of the work...I was frustrated at the time, late 1994, when I wrote it.
The Evil One I wrote this also in
late 1994, it's really dark.
1995
Fear. This is one of two related
poems that I wrote on 12/19/95. This one is about fear.
Love. Not to be confused with the
poem below of the same title, this is the other poem that I wrote
on 12/19/95. This one is about love.
Friends I wrote this in late
1995/early 1996. It's really neat, and was also the first poem
to be included on this page.
Apocalypse Written sometime in 1995 or 1996,
this is a dark poem. The title speaks pretty well of it's subject matter.
1996
Gray. Rain. This is a short
little essay that I wrote in January of 1996 on a warm rainy
day. It's kinda neat.
Hang in There Written in early 1996, for a
friend who was going through some hard times.
The MageWritten in the Summer of
1996, this one was the first entry on my Everchanging Page Of
Chaos.
How Could I Have Dreamed of You?
Written in 1996, it's pretty good. I woke up with the first line in my head,
and proceeded to write the rest. Like many of my works, it is rhyming...Oh well
C'est la vie. :-)
Four More Short Poems!Again as it
sounds, these were for short pieces I wrote at approximately the same time, sometime in 1996.
Disturbing Mary This is a short story
that I wrote, also in 1996. It's darkish (but not too dark) humour.
Untitled, 2The 2 is only to distinguish
it from the other Untilted that I have on this page. Again, written in 1996.
Upon Exiting the FactoryWritten in 1996,
this poem is about what it felt like to get done with work at the factory I
was working at at the time. Very nice.
The King and The Dunce This is a story poem,
with a rhyming format. It has a moral, though you'll see that when you read it.
I'm pretty sure it was written in 1996, I can't seem to find
the original, only a copy, so I can't be sure. Ah well...Que Serà, Serà.
The Book of How it Should Have Been
This was also written in 1996, as busy year for me. It's about the frustrating
difference between thoughts and plans and reality.
Love. This is a poem I wrote one night
while sitting in a coffee shop feeling sorta depressed. It's cool though.
Many a Night Written mostly in 1996, but never
really finished. I edited it slightly as I put it up on the web, and added
the last 4 lines. I think it's pretty well finished now. Enjoy!
The Democratic Manifesto
This is an essay that I wrote in late 1996. It is a political
treatise. It is how I thought at one point in time. Not anymore.
But go ahead and read it anyway.
Snow.
Written in 1996 or 1997.
This poem is actually a form poem. The first and last lines each have 8 words,
and the ones in between have less and less, until the middle two lines have 1
each. But you'd probably figure that out on your own anyway...Once read on a
Canadian College Radio Station, if it sounds familiar. :-)
1997
Stream of Consciousness Thingy Written in
Early 1997, this was a Stream of Consciousness piece. It's quite bizarre,
as you'll see when you read it, but it makes some sense as well. I guess
I have to take some sort of responsibility for it. I was young, that's my
plea. :-)
Two Souls A poem that I wrote
in early 1997. I had the first line in my head for over a month
before actually writing the poem. I think that it is one of the
best poems that I have ever written.
The Rose Originally Untitled, I decided "The Rose"
was as good a title as any. I wrote this one in 1997, as a relationship was
at a confusing point...You'll see. It helped me anyway.
Untitled.This poem
deals with the past, and the non-changeability of it. It's
very good, especially considering that it took me only 5 minutes
to write.
Chosen.Written in 1997, a few months after "The Rose," Chosen is in the same continuity of the relationship. Draw your own
conclusions about what it means.
To Grasp the Distance, Pull it Close
Written in 1997, this is about as real as it gets in poetry. It's in the same continuum as Chosen and The Rose, in a way. It's based on a distance relationship I had that year, for a few months, not to spoil the ending...But
there you have it.
Sanity. I will warn you that I was in a weird mood when I wrote this one, and that there is profanity, though only in the first half. Written in 1997 or 1998.
Flowers To balance the dark poem(s) here is a
funny little short story I wrote sometime before November, 1998.
1999
Stuck in Minneapolis I wrote this
while I was briefly living in Minneapolis and going to the U of M, Twin Cities,
in 1999.
That is all for now. If I find or write any more, I will post them.
(Alan)
