The 1st A Bore

The 1st A Bore

He was fine, never more than

passing interaction. 

I don't see him around campus 

but even if I did, hellos would elapse 

emotionless 

and

painless.

Broke up in five minutes. 

I don't remember any of our conversations.

I knew about him from my

sister; his mouth was too focused on mine. 

There's no association with his name,

barely a photo in my phone.

I don't consider him my first anything.

Present on a technicality.

Second Week

Causality of routine

Quiet settling, four chairs,

one warm. Both ears full

of serenades to other deep sighs

A text home dries the leak

of a student, alone

Still content, happy in a

different Routine

NaNoWriMo

 Hi!

As some of you may know, November is National Novel Writing Month (a.k.a. NaNoWriMo). I've known about it for some time, but it always seemed like too big of a project to tackle, especially since November is a big month for school assignments. Not to mention my side projects of training service dogs and learning Korean.

But this year, I'm trying something new! Since the beginning of the month, I've been trying to write everyday and so far my Work-In-Progress is at about 7500 words! 

I literally decided to do NaNoWriMo at 9 PM on November 1st, with no characters, no ideas, and a whole lot of blank pages. For someone like me, who needs a set plan, was a really big deal. But I've had so much fun working through each step of the story and really finding my own creative voice. 

I'll try to keep you all posted on how NaNoWriMo goes and maybe, someday, I'll post my WIP.

Hugs,

Cairn 

Summer: Time

 Summer: Time

Summer before grad

pressure, everything 

to do, seeing all

but none;

ending afternoons inside

scrolling complacent

wanting more of 

the summer idea

Fear Not, Fear Night

Fear Not, Fear Night 

A most beautiful time, filled

with moonlight and intrigue, and calm. 

But for half, also filled 

with danger and nerves. 

Dark is where most is concealed. Concealing love 

and terrifying shadows, 

shadows connected to fear

ones that disappear never 

shadows with bone and blood 

and the soul of unstoppable. 

But for half does the night carry such terror

Only for half

Unmet but Known

Unmet but Known

I didn't know you but I admire you

Chance never taken

We've existed in the same space before

Words never spoken

My friends were your friends

Names never exchanged

I learned your plans, our paths may have crosses

Hands never shaken

I know those who wear your name, always

And those who mention you often

I think throughout all, about who would have been,

could have been

Now a hero, to those who remember, who care, who know

Even if the chance to know has passed

Martial Art

Sleeves snap, thunder of heavy bags

Labored breathing of many

Individuals work and learn, instructors roam

Sharp connections of foot and hand

Crisp movements, each organized and uniform

Tradition flows through each student, 

connection to old and others