PAUL MATTHEW CARR
Temptations & Trespasses
Sand & Sea: The Impermanence of Objects, 1st Meditation
Once, a long time ago, I lived in a house near the edge of the world. In the winter, when the air was still, I would lie awake at night and listen to the Ocean, to the waves. Relentless. Never-ending. In my mind, I could see them. They would turn and curl and fall forward into the Land. Crushing it. Tearing it. Taking little pieces away. Tiny bits of Earth
Digging to China
We walked along the beach, my companion and I, on a cloud-filled morning in late autumn. The air was cold and filled with a misty rain. It was the kind of weather that sticks to you; it gets in deep and stays there no matter the layers of clothes you put on. And it was gray. The sand, the sky, the sea, our faces, our mood – everything was gray.
In a Forest Dark and Gloomy
I sit and look out my back window into the yard behind my house. It is large and full of trees; a combination of fir and pine and aspen. On this day, early in the morning, it is cold and fog is moving in. The white/grey translucent mist sneaks its way into the yard. It weaves its way between the trees like tendrils of smoke. Soon the entire yard will
What Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up?
It is a question we’ve all been asked at least once at some point in our childhood. And the answer, at least for me, would change depending on the time and place or the frame of mind I was in. I can remember most of the answers I gave and the reasons behind them for the most part. And now (theoretically at least) I am a grown-up. So did I
Creative memoir. Stories and sketches drawn from real events but with slight embellishments added for entertainment purposes. In other words…writing.
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