As we head into November, I’m taking a two-month pause from blogging to work on some writing projects that I’ve not been able to focus on properly, and to consider the direction in which I want to steer my blog. Almost all of October, I’ve been helping a fellow writer prepare for NaNoWriMo (National Novel … Continue reading Taking a Break
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Doing Again What We Love
Today, I’m celebrating the one-year birthday of this blog. That doesn’t mean I’m new to blogging. I’ve been doing it since 1993, posting my writing and artwork for thirty years at webhosts such as popular-at-the-time GeoCities and MySpace, to name two. I moved to WordPress in January 2011 and posted, “Hi. I’m a wildlife and … Continue reading Doing Again What We Love
A Look Back
This little blog will turn one year old in a few days, so I’d like to look back at some of my favorite posts. Almost all of them are about my artwork, which makes sense since I’ve always been an artist first and foremost. My earliest memories are crayon drawings and fingerpainting with my mom … Continue reading A Look Back
Feeling the Rain
I have been an artist most of my adult life. It has brought me awards and recognition beyond my desires. And it has brought me to crossroads when I’ve no longer felt challenged by it. Which is why I turned to other passions during those times. One of those other passions is writing, divided into … Continue reading Feeling the Rain
In Memory of My Mom, Poem 2023-0608
My mom died 18 years ago on Wednesday, June 8, after complications from surgery. She was 66. When she died, I wrote the following poem for her funeral. In Memory of My Mom In this lamentful family moment When heads of the living are slumped forward, Tears flowing, Tongues completing tender prayers — our final … Continue reading In Memory of My Mom, Poem 2023-0608
Siriasis, Poem 2023-0603
Below is a poem I wrote long ago when a days-long hot summer sun baked more than the land around us. You are full brazen, Your swollen tan lies crisp on sunbaked sand. You call attention to a distraction and her snug rounded smooth firm thighs But you take her breasts in hand instead. Seductive … Continue reading Siriasis, Poem 2023-0603
An Easter Passing, Poem 2023-0409
The light of a hot Sunday sun reflected off brick buildings and mirrored from a parkway where a hospital sits deep brown and yellow in its last degree fading like the old woman inside dying with a smile on her face happy to be leaving. But I with a burlesque smile am sad to watch … Continue reading An Easter Passing, Poem 2023-0409
Steve Campbell Creations 