by DMcGirr | Jan 3, 2019 | 365 project, Poetry
Naturally urban. Smogless sunrises, Yield to urban afternoons, And dim cobalt nights.
by DMcGirr | Jan 2, 2019 | 365 project, Poetry, Writing
Just Arizona. Morning filled with chill, Tree branches without blossoms, Little wintertime.
by DMcGirr | Jan 1, 2019 | 365 project, Poetry, Writing
Dawn of a new year. Ritual, habit. Bring intentionality, Into the new year.
by DMcGirr | Aug 9, 2018 | Writing, WTF America
I believe it was Mark Twain that was probably misattributed with a trite quote on someone’s Instagram, about the nature of travel making you intolerant of intolerance. About moving yourself to another part of the world will make you see things from other...
by DMcGirr | Nov 14, 2016 | Nanowrimo, Short Story, Writing
One. Two. Three. Four. They sang their cadence as they marched. The snow remained deep, but the air was warmer in the days now. Or at least it chilled the bones less. They had been outside the city for three days now, marching to some towns that were supposed to lead...
by DMcGirr | Nov 12, 2016 | Nanowrimo, Short Story, Writing
It was a strange kind of science and magic that held a dome together. From the bunkers and hydro farms underneath, to the electric trams above, to the towering housing blocks, to the glittering brass plated steel and glass that bubbled them all in, each had its part...
