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andrew b clark iowa illustrator cartoonist photographer

Talk To Me About

Talk to me about being sad. Tell me about the ache, the pain, the weight of fate that takes and takes until there’s nothing left. Talk to me about “Tomorrow’s another day.” As if you’d opened your eyes to nothing there, talk to me about being sad. Talk to me about being loved. Tell me [...]

2022-04-29T16:46:31-05:00April 29th, 2022|Categories: CREATIVE WRITING, Poetry|Tags: , , , , , , , |Comments Off on Talk To Me About

Speak Out

Speak Out A call was made to speak out against injustice and persecution. The killing of a man, the tipping point, seen on video, absorbed from all angles, the horror of the truth. A call was made to speak out against injustice and persecution. They gathered and chanted and made a single voice. 10, 20, [...]

2022-03-13T17:33:49-05:00June 2nd, 2020|Categories: CREATIVE WRITING|Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , |Comments Off on Speak Out

The Journey of Theobald Packenstance

New moon. Crescent moon. Quarter moon, more; Theobald Packenstance believed the mystic lore. His heart whispered secrets - twisted, taught, and tight Of children, monsters, and mystics who danced in the night. New moon. Crescent moon. Quarter moon light; Theobald’s dreams kept him sleepless at night. To journey away, to travel through space That’s what [...]

2022-03-06T11:02:01-06:00November 15th, 2019|Categories: CREATIVE WRITING, Poetry|Tags: , , , , , , , , , , |Comments Off on The Journey of Theobald Packenstance

There Are Dreams

There are dreams. They come to you when you’re sleeping. They come to you when you’re drifting between here and somewhere else. They come to you when your eyes don’t focus and your breath is deep and drawn. There are dreams, and they come to you. They’re yours. Own them. ©2018 Andrew B. Clark

5:46pm, Sunday 2/25/18

Finally, and when everyone has had their 15 minutes, we’ll’v run out of time for thoughts and prayers and hopes and cares. He will distract angels and hope for fear of truths, from children and children lost in nightmares and tears from pain. Tap tap tap to ring for shame of a lost connection, and [...]

2022-03-13T17:35:18-05:00February 25th, 2018|Categories: CREATIVE WRITING, Poetry|Tags: , , , , , , |Comments Off on 5:46pm, Sunday 2/25/18

iShame

iShame Fat shaming Slut shaming Imposter syndrome Entrepreneurial divide Define yourself by who you are, not what you do. But who am I unless I’m doing this? Anxiety disorder Depression There’s so much more to being sad Exhaustion Meds never worked. Doctors didn’t help. Libtards Snowflakes Rednecks Alt-right A closed mind is far worse than [...]

2022-03-13T17:35:41-05:00July 5th, 2017|Categories: CREATIVE WRITING, Poetry|Comments Off on iShame

What A Strange Dream – 10/04/14

So, I rarely remember dreams. It’s always bothered me, but this morning I woke from such vivid dream, I had to document it and share. It seems as though Sharon, I, and the kids moved to Boston. We’d found a lovely run down mansion on Boylston street. It was built in the 1920s with flapper-era [...]

Simon Star

Simon Star Clouds painted bright against a blue wall.  Children to dance. Legos to fall. My son stood strong to defend his blockade, to stand straight and tall, never to fade. "MOUNT UP!" He called, and it echoed the halls, to closets, to bathrooms to pantries, to walls. "MOUNT UP, I SAY!" another loud gong. [...]

2022-03-13T17:36:00-05:00May 8th, 2013|Categories: CREATIVE WRITING, Poetry|Tags: , , , , , , , , , , |Comments Off on Simon Star

Iowa Boy, Boston Heart, Boston Strong

I lived in Boston, Massachusetts for a little over year in the late 1980’s. I moved there to chase dreams only a 20-year old could: love, laughter, life, and a passion for absolutely anything unknown. Boston introduced this Iowa Boy to people from everywhere on the planet. I befriended a barbershop baritone-comedian born and raised [...]

2022-03-13T17:27:37-05:00April 15th, 2013|Categories: CREATIVE WRITING|Tags: , , , , , , , , , , |Comments Off on Iowa Boy, Boston Heart, Boston Strong

Captain S

Captain S I bring to you, Captain, a man with heavy heart. Lacking in faith, lost to his world, he needs your art. Hold his soul and break the bondage from this fear. Give back his voice so the world can hear. His ship lists long - a swell of a violent, dark night. Standing [...]

2022-03-13T17:36:27-05:00February 2nd, 2013|Categories: CREATIVE WRITING, Poetry|Tags: , , , , , , , , , |Comments Off on Captain S

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