Poem: Brighton Life

There is something so serene

about a mid-morning walk around the Reservoir.

Crisp air, blue sky, happy dogs,

and water that shimmers like a thousand flashbulbs at Yankee Stadium.

Wildlife gather in groups,

like the ducks huddled on windy rock planks, beaks tucked in feathers to stay warm,

or the turtles sunning in the weeds, tiny heads and round shells crest the surface.

Quiet sounds interrupt the silence,

as running shoes crunch sand, keys jingle in pockets, and moments of pop music escape noisy earbuds.

A pause at walk’s end

shows Gasson Hall peaking above the trees, as if the branches decided together precisely how high to grow.

These are Lists

Skills I Want to Monetize:

Golf ball juggling (like Tiger)

Placing actors from one movie to the next, even when they look completely different — While watching new trailer for ‘Rush‘ on TV… “That lead actor, not Hemsworth, that’s that sniper Nazi guy from Inglourious Basterds!” (See also: Identifying celebrity voices from commercials)

Half-court basketball shots and between-the-legs layups

Knowledge of NHL players and jersey numbers (specifically from 1994-2003)

Places I Feel Most Uncomfortable:

Doctor’s office (as a patient)

Roller coasters

Out at sea

Handicapped bathroom stalls (re: fear of being that guy when someone actually needs it)

Communion lines

Actions That Bother Me:

Open-mouthed chewing

Walking/driving/talking slowly

Not moving when seats on train/bus become available

Undercooking bacon

Asking questions when you don’t care about the answer

 

Here we go, again.

I like to write. That’s how my first blog started. Then I took too long between posts and apologized too much. The perfectionist in me didn’t like it. I decided to change it up, and I made a blog dedicated solely to the Red Wings. But then I wrote about other things there, too. I gave myself expectations and failed to meet them. I imagined my beloved following on Twitter, all waiting for my next post, shaking their collective heads in disgust after another blog-less day. What is that Cam doing? Why won’t he keep writing for my enjoyment? (I can be quite the self-centered and self-deprecating asshole inside my head). Pretty soon that blog fell to the wayside, too.

But I still like to write. As my career takes me away from daily writing, I find myself with ideas more often. Ideas that I stow away, fail to write down, and forget. Articles that provoke thought, news that deserve rants, photos that fascinate. I need a place for all of that stuff, and I hope that place is here.

I won’t promise Kittle Writes will be any different than past failed efforts. I’m not going to be strict about content and I won’t always meet my own deadlines. I’ve given up trying to be a perennial star blogger like those that I read, like Winging It In Motown or The Malik Report. But I like to blog, and I’ve put up roadblocks that will keep me writing and posting on a semi-regular basis on things like Red Wings and sports, life’s rants and lessons. I want to turn this into something that can keep going for a while, even if it’s only for me.

I like to write. Let’s try this again.