Today I submitted two of my poems to Carve Literary Magazine. Nervous and excited at the same time.

Spacesuit project

One of the projects that I'm working on. This one was something I joined it is a pressurized spacesuit. I have mainly done suit design and suit testing. The designs you see in the photos are by Cameron M. Smith. I'm currently doing research and designing my own coolant and flight suit.

Black and Red

Walking down the hall was haunting, still, as if the building already knew. Of course it knew, I was the one who was late. As I reached the door I raised my hand to knock only to find that the door was opened just a crack. My thoughts are racing now, should I go in or call the cops? I went in, To this day I don't know why. To this day I wish I had stayed in the hall.

Choices

Over the next few weeks I have many choices to make. Finding that many of the things I have always wanted to do might now be a possibility has lead to now having to choose what to cut out and what to keep for right now.My plate is too full but choosing is harder then I thought it would be.

"The Fiddler Makers Son" By Amy Magruder

When I think of my father I think of many things. The smell of freshly cut wood and paint, the sound of water lopping against the side of a ships haul, or fish flopping on the deck trying for one last escape but the thought the most in my memory is the way he smiled when he played that old fiddle. As if every weight or sorrow was instantly lifted and all that existed was him and four strings.
The sound of that fiddle would emanate through the room, the smell of burning peet somehow mixed well with the flowing music as if they where dancing, these where my earliest and fondest memories. Even with my Mum being gone I was never sad for I had my father, brother and those four strings.

It seems as if my brain has been on pause for the past few years and now with just a wee bit of encouragement it's back on and running. Since last Sunday I write for hours, read for hours, and even do math. A fine thing it is having my brain on again but can someone please tell me how to turn it off every now and then. I can't afford anymore movies and I need more sleep. Walking through the Harbor helps but in this city you don't want to stay out to long after dark..

Black and Red

Death has been no stranger, it has haunted me for so long. There was a time I longed for it to take me, even begged but life had a stronger grip. A grip that seems to not wish to let go. Those who I have known have not been so lucky and many have gone. Their deaths haunt me, make me question, do we have the right to make a choice that makes others suffer so we can find what we believe to be peace?

THE MAN IN WHITE

There is a man in white who walks these streets.
Have you seen?
His shroud shines clean in his bare feet.
Stare strait ahead, his eyes never stray
His stride never falters
So get out of his way.
His eyes never stray
Except for today.
I was walking along when I saw him
Bowed my head as to pray.
Something lifted my eyes and his eyes met mine
I walked away
I turned my head he stood there the same
As if waiting for me to explain
I felt clam, could he see my pain?
Still I walked away
There is a man in white who walks these streets

The Fiddle Makers Son

 In his dream he saw his father floating in the vastness of the blueish black water as if he were a log. His limp body move along with the waves as they pushed him further out into the unknown. Suddenly a light appeared directly above making the white caps shine like diamonds. The sounds of men talking in a foreign language followed by a splash...
Phone rings..
Bram woke with a start from his dream, he could here his uncle in the other room talking to someone on the phone.

Expedition training

So this past week I started doing capsize training on top of my work schedule and the other project I work on. Capsize training is when you take your kayak and flip it, then try to flip it back. It is terrifying the first few times you do it.You are underwater and trapped there unless you can flip your kayak back.  For me I would forget the trainer was there but the best thing is to stay clam... I'm getting quite the hang of it now