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Introspections
Over the years I've written short stories, editorials, bizzare texts
and always wanted a forum just so poeple could read them if they wanted.
If you have any comments or responses, I'd be grateful. Oh, and unless
otherwise noted, all the work here is my own.
petecowan@hotmail.com
Original Works
- BrownEyedGirl - Feb 24th, '05 - This is an
email I wrote to a friend a couple years ago. I'm not sure it belongs here
but it sorta seemed to match a lot of the stuff here and I like re-reading it.
Plus it makes it look like I update this page regularly.
- Over - Dec 10th, '02 - In a fit of
sleeplessness at 1:30am I got inspired. Two hours later I had this written.
I think this is my most favorite of everything I've ever written.
- TheDate - This is from sometime back in '01 I
think. It was fun and cute but for some reason never released.
- The Serf and The Rabbit -
Jul 15 '99 - My first and only fairy tale. I had a friend that was pouring
over how hard it was to write one for a class so I decided to give it a
try. It's not very hard, but probably hard to write a good one.
- bridge.txt - Jan 24 '99 - A cute little
intospection I put down in a
rare moment of inspiration
intoxication.
- Truth - Jan 25th '99 - I know I said I'd
never write poetry, however, this one just kinda flowed out and
I was pretty happy about it. I guess I was full of rage and emotion in my 20's
as well.
- Last Night - Jan 25th '99 - "I feel if I
write anymore I'll make it all mean less. It used to be cool and
rare when I'd write something good that I liked." This is just a
fun little poem I wrote minutes after the previous one. I read it at a
Beatnik party several years later and won to award for Worst Poem. It's
not a Beat poem at all.
- Love Gone - Feb 12th '96 - Yeah, it turns out
I'm an ass. This is my imagined aftermath after an awkward phone
conversation. epilogue: we're still friends :-) (The lack of caps, beyond
being a period convention is intentional)
- never.txt - Spring '94 - same sorta concept as
waitress.txt, hoping to stimulate an emotion. This time it all came from
a picture. I can't rememeber if it was a real image or something that
popped into my head but as soon as it was there, the whole backstory
just grew.
- waitress.txt - September '93 - short little
piece I wrote to try and stimulate an emotion. I was waiting at a Perkin's
restaurant at 4am for a friend to finish her shift and ...well... coffee and
tiredness.
- night.txt - July '93 - opening of a letter I
once wrote
- poem.txt - two words: High School. It turns out
I was an angstful teenager full of rage and emotion, who knew.
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