Boneyard, Writers Garden

Writing, like growing,

the next chapter demands risk,

stories sent to die.

Dear friends,

It is time for me to begin sending submissions out to be considered for publication.  In 2016 I was comfortable in just sending out Opinion articles to the local paper.  Short 300 word musings.  That was an amazing experience, I think 16 made it to the light and were read by people I never met.  Now, I need to get brave and start sending out bigger and bolder pieces.  I read ‘On Writing’ by Steven King about 10 years ago.  It was supplemental reading for a 200 level English credit creative writing class.  I remember him saying something about the large spike he put on his wall to pierce rejection letters.  For those of you old enough to remember the deli’s numbered ticket dispensers, they would have that spike on their desk to skewer the numbers as the customers placed their orders.  Anyhow.  My plan, is to submit, and see what happens.  Rejection letters along with silence, will bring my writing to the boneyard.  Meaning, I will post them for the blog community to perform salvage, or perhaps hold services and say goodbye.  In either case, I want to set a goal of 100 rejections, as in, I will submit 100 writings by the end of 2017.  If my writing gets better by 101, then it will be worth it.  The ‘Boneyard / Writers garden will be my digital spike, and I think I may grab one from the hardware store today.

Fellow readers,

Fellow writers,

Shall we begin a salvage writing collaboration?

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert



Dear Writer, about that broken pen

Dear Writer,

Sorry, that I have been away for awhile.  I have been busy on my journey to my first four year degree.  I wont be earning it until I am 41 years old.  Isn’t writing the same?  Why do writers consider failure to be permanent within one failure, and one rejection.  I tried to go to Art College in my twenties.  I learned about story, and character development, but before my junior year was over, and I realized I was spread very, very thin, I quit.  I thought my failure was permanent.  It took years for my to dust myself off and try writing.  Failure is only be temporary, if you get back up, and are perpetually trying.  Dear Writer, your readers are out there, waiting for your tale.  It may not be for everyone, but be assured, it is for them.  Your next project may be your breakthrough project.  Your next submission, might be the one chosen.  I find joy in the act of writing.  I will do so until I die.  As for my readers, I will embrace them when we finally meet.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert


Haiku for the Weary Writer

Timely writing,

readers sift, through stories,

hungry for more.

Ideas are like ore,

extracted from solid rock,

Mine of Mind.

Fear and Doubt,

Are sold, by the idle.

I will never invest.

One million words,

is said to make a writer,

words are steps.

My little black book,

Red pen captures idea,

gold, in my pocket.

Reader. Listener.

Silent exchange of story,

a mind grows.

Writing. Cooking.

Practice.  Ingredients.

Perfection takes time.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert


Quill! Shed Now, Your Dust!

Book being born,

time and work yield,

story in stone.

In ten years, will I care?

I whisper my soft reply,

after the angry shouts,

pull away from my red ears,

like falling ocean tide,

after a storm.

In ten years, will I care?

Writing on pause.  For what?

Unloved tasks, given the affection,

of my bursting mind?

Writing on pause. For what?

Pending approval for one whimsical

sentence, scratched on an invisible wall?

Writing on pause.  For what?

Kids and Family?  Yes.  That, is a welcomed pause.

Writing on pause. For what?

Painted pixels, dancing and dying,

within a pre-written tale?

Yet, in a precious moment,

I escape,

My mind, soon spills upon a

blank page!

I pick up, shallow and broken


my fingers dance life,

into their hungry tale!

I smile,

because the torment of stuggle,

now is upon them.

Writing, un-paused.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert


Dear Writer, consider the ratio…

Dear Writer,

How many words will fall from your mind and make broken sentences?  How many paragraphs are born weak, and frail, then die within a casket of saved files, and dusty hard copies on the shelf?   Writer, what if I told you, that your 1,000,001 word would be your best one?  What if I told you, to enjoy the view from the accomplished summit of the high mountain, it takes sacrifice.  Missed steps, twisted ankles, lost breath, and half of a good day.  In the end, the final step gets to reap the fortune of earned victory.   So let your fingers dance on the keyboard until the keys are worn and faded.  When the F and J keys loose their bump, and the space bar is greasy smooth.  The elevation feet are broken, and the Ctrl key sticks from the coffee you spilled on your third edit.   For one day, upon your wall, you will hang the trophy of your published work, next to empty pens and broken keyboard.  All of your lost and dead words, will lay the foundation for the ones that live.

The war of writing will consume many words, the fortune of victory is found by sheer numbers.

  Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert


Offered Light

Writing and teaching

for the sake of the reader

for the benefit of the student,

is a golden act.

Ideas forged, molded, and perfected

may one day take flight,

like a million butterflies,

made of soft yellow light.

Drifting in the blue air,

between minds.

Eyes, and ears,

feast, and soar!

The final and true trill,

a buried treasure,

hidden in a held breath.

as readers, and students,

understand, and thus

conquer the moment.

Understanding becomes a trophy,

held in an glassy orb,

with a swirling metal bottom,

plugged in,

glowing a brilliant yellow,

over the worthy heads,

of the educated.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert