Tag: life lessons

• 5:15 am

  Hot skin, cold air, bed. Email—things spiral quickly. Time to fight the day.

  G. Pearson

  January 8, 2022

  Writing

  Christian writing, creative nonfiction, Daily Poetry, daily writing, dreams, escapism, haiku, Hiatus, inspiration, life lessons, life of a writer, metaphor, Micro Poetry, mood, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, rituals, self-improvement, short story, sloth, stress, Writing

• Tenseness

  Mimics a phantom Running so fast she crashes She loved and left soon

  G. Pearson

  December 26, 2021

  Writing

  creative nonfiction, Daily Poetry, daily writing, gpoy, haiku, life lessons, life of a writer, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, short story, Writing

• God’s Mercy

  If I had to choose, Criticism than lashings. Lashings than to die.

  G. Pearson

  December 17, 2021

  Writing

  cause and effect, Christian writing, Christianity, commandments, Daily Poetry, daily writing, death, earthly pleasures, faith, haiku, hell, holy bible, inspiration, Jesus, life and death, life lessons, life of a writer, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, questions, self-improvement, temptation, Writing

• The First Kill

  Didn’t feel as dirty as I wanted it to. Just hunting the deer and understanding the death of the animal… I later on smell metal as I feel the air coming through the grill in the truck. The doe sprawled across the front of my truck is the bloodiest part of my life. All else…

  G. Pearson

  November 5, 2021

  Writing

  anxiety, archery, autumn, Bambi, buck, cause and effect, Christian writing, Christianity, creative nonfiction, daily writing, death, deer, doe, earthly pleasures, eden, escapism, first kill, food writing, hell, hunting, inspiration, jungle, life and death, life lessons, metaphor, mood, nature, nature writing, pandemic, short story, social distance, stress, utopia, wilderness, Writing, young adult

• Dominic, Pt. 2

  Take the lump in your throat and find out if it can be repurposed as a gulp of confidence. It’ll fade like the recording did… “The truth? I was wrong and the proof is out there…”

  G. Pearson

  October 8, 2021

  Writing

  daily writing, life lessons

• Unloving Love

  

  Today, I’m at the freehand on Ohio (19 E), feeling fortunate that I can leave then to somewhere to sleep the same night then to my need to rush the gauntlet where people (are meant to) battle to meet (but ultimately fall short of) my lofty expectations then to: negative ruminations behind and a mind…

  G. Pearson

  April 7, 2021

  creative nonfiction, Poetry, Writing

  aging, art, breakup, creative nonfiction, Daily Poetry, daily writing, dreams, drinking, emotional, escapism, free form poetry, freehand, gpoy, hostel, hotel, life lessons, life of a writer, loneliness, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, runaway, short story, social distance, Writing

• Sandsuckers

  In the morning they installed 100% California Bluegrass. Avalon made people around her vindictive and impatient when she wasn’t trying to. To them, she was obtrusive in sight and impossible to get out of their heads. So the night before, when they thought no one could find them for being so dark, I saw with…

  G. Pearson

  June 20, 2020

  Writing

  agriculture, Christian writing, creative nonfiction, daily writing, home improvement, landscaping, life lessons, life of a writer, questions, real estate, short story, social distance, Writing

• Utopia Was Real

  

  Utopia was realAt one timeIt was not newWas not unlikely Was deservedAt one time Till then, againEndure this hell

  G. Pearson

  June 14, 2020

  Poetry, Uncategorized

  cause and effect, Christian writing, Christianity, earthly pleasures, eden, escapism, hell, life lessons, Micro Poetry, nostalgia, pandemic, Poetry, secret love, social distance, temptation, utopia, Writing

• Should Not Even Be A Word

  

  What is not gradient?What flow of time isn’t eventual memory loss? What remembrance wasn’t each day feeling the real thing less and less and then transferring sensation into delusional perception—for the sake of not fading? What isn’t gradient?It should not even be a word. What catatonic love wasn’t daily forgetting why anything was worth the…

  G. Pearson

  June 12, 2020

  Uncategorized

  aging, art, art theory, daily writing, death, gradient, life lessons, memories, memory loss, mood progression, nostalgia, Poetry, questions, stress, Writing

• “A Deep & Gorgeous Thirst”

  ( This piece was recently published the Hawaii Pacific Review. That enough was reason to open it & I was more than pleasantly surprised❕💬 ) by Hosho McCreesh (from A Deep & Gorgeous Thirst) At the chalet and you’re guzzling down bombers of Farmer beer, and the occasional measure of … A Deep & Gorgeous…

  G. Pearson

  June 10, 2020

  Uncategorized

  drinking, gpoy, Hawaii pacific review, life lessons, life of a writer, Poetry, puzzles, repost, Writing