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