To un-write the none

Again, it is, that the moon siphons my ambition.

Stories on life support, their pulses faintly scratched in the black book I keep in my pocket.

I have wanted to have a book put together by now.

And yet, I have none.

Blogging, is my daily driver.  To write.  To have consistency.

I have a flash fiction story, in my orange notebook, written quickly in red.  Now it hungers to be read.

Excuses to not write, there are none.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert


Drink up words, drink up people

I am an avid learner.  My favorite question is,

“What is your story?”


Like groundwater, hidden in the belly of the earth,

I pump ideas out of my mind and onto the paper.

Characters, plots, and subtext evaporates as stories,

are watered for the ultimate harvest.


The volume of my mental aquifer will soon be depleted,

if I do not read, and drink up new ideas in flowing words.

The resource of writing will go dry and die of thirst,

if I do not listen, and drink up the tales of others.


A writer cannot live without the water of the reader,

a reader cannot live without the streams of the writer,

a beautiful and fragile ecosystem, must be cared for,

because a resource robbed from a cycle, is lost forever.


Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert