Chase : Writing

Mon-Fri

Mon-Fri

A Poem by Chase


Sleeping. Sleepy. Sleepy and hungry. Sleepy and eating. Sleepy and driving. Sleepy and working. Sleepy and driving. Sleepy and hungry. Sleepy ..
Transition

Transition

A Poem by Chase


Bait

Bait

A Poem by Chase


The Imitation flies far and fast toward the pod of lilies, slapping the edge and casting droplets about. It drifts slowly downward, making no ..
Stay The Night

Stay The Night

A Poem by Chase


Stay The Night There's something.. Inside. Something Raw. Animal. Something that wants to be seen. Felt. Experienced. It draws you in and do..
Raw

Raw

A Poem by Chase


Tightening of the chest. Energy, to be expended; of a singular focus. Wants, needs, desires. The hitch of breath before the plunge. And then.....
TIMBER

TIMBER

A Poem by Chase


Have spent my life aimed for the sky with ill will for nil and none. I mind my business. Take only what I need, yet still they come and come. Th..
One More Cast

One More Cast

A Poem by Chase


This is an accurate attribute to a true fisherman such as myself. And the photo is one I took last year while in my kayak. I'm proud of both it and th..
One Scoop Too Many

One Scoop Too Many

A Poem by Chase


I ate way too much... The picture is about a pint of ice cream. Before that I had just devoured a half pound burger and fries. "Full" does not qualify..
Henry

Henry

A Poem by Chase


The center of a cinnamon roll. Folds like taffy being pulled; over and again. A bruise, many moons surpassed, like powdered sugar. ..
Overcast

Overcast

A Poem by Chase


The world above has been put to rest for now. A blanket of grey and of white has taken its place. Our fire has been put out, also; sleeping, i..