The Yin and Yang of My Writing Life

Posted by on November 29, 2014

Writing is my job. It’s also a way of life, a passion, a calling. It’s something I think about all the time—even in my dreams. I never know where my writing will take me. Sometimes it leads me to think of a great name for a new product, or a compelling headline for an article, or a cool way of communicating an idea in a presentation. Sometimes it leads me to compose a new song or write a piece of flash fiction for my Ten-Minute Stories website. And sometimes it leads me to write a poem, like the following piece that appears in the December 2014 edition of the Potrero View newspaper.

On the Morning after the Giants Won the World Series … Again

Orange skyline still In the early-morning hours After the Giants won the World Series … again I tip my cap to the man hosing off the pavement Across the street from Christopher’s Books “Go Giants,” he says “Go Giants” A siren cries in the distance Though there were many more last night And firecrackers and gunshots, too And helicopters hovering To report on bonfires in the Mission And mayhem outside the ballpark I walk by Bloom’s The scent of yesterday’s beer Lingers around the heavy wooden door Hinting at the revels that were Here’s to MadBum and the boys And Bochy, the man In line at Farley’s Giants’ fans flash their colors And their Game Seven weary smiles While flipping through the Sporting Green Again … and again … and again There’s euphoria in the air and the chatter of dynasties Even by the legion of doubters Listen now as they praise the orange and black Even if it’s only a little less begrudgingly than the day before Orange skyline still In the early-morning hours After the Giants won the World Series See you again in a year … or two