Written as a love letter to his wife, Travis Knight explores what he calls Spiritual Journalism, paying tribute to lost friends & his own struggles with mental health.
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God’s Expectation is a sneak peak into PorchSide Poems, a current work by young author Travis Knight. Stay posted on the latest for this literary endeavor.
Storyteller Travis Knight takes the reader on a decade-long journey that begins at a childhood castle and ends on a spiritual peak called Mt. Umunhum
Vincent Velo is an American writer who shines in his poetry. For this featured piece, the California-based writer shares two of his compelling poems, “The Absence of Thought is Painful” and “Outlier.” Read now!
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Foreword By Travis Knight:
Nearly two decades ago, it was Kevin Calderwood through which I had experienced one of my first skate video premiers. It was a small video debut–a film by Calderwood called Yeehaw–but I can still remember how gargantuan the energy grew that night. Colorful characters–and still main San Jose skate culture staples such as Jesse Rose and Peter Raffin had parts. Many drinks were had, and if memory does not totally elude the mind, I believe I experienced one of the worst hang overs of my life the following morning. Good times.
Today, I still call Kevin a brother and have been lucky enough to discover his unique ability to convey his thoughts through pristine literary devices. The following piece, What Up, Death, brilliantly showcases Calderwood’s ability to mesh facets such as elegance and satire into pieces about aspects which we fear the most. Kevin uses conciseness to his advantage, bringing dialect to a whole new level while keeping the reader’s eyes connected with the poetry. I am a huge fan of Kevin and his writing, and the piece below exemplifies exactly why. Enjoy the writing…
What Up, Death
Written By: Kevin Calderwood
I’ll sit there with you,
you only partly you,
And sipping hot chocolate,
cup after cup.
Talking of times that could have been,
should have been.
When you were mostly you,
and I more than me.
And I will pour myself another cup of chocolate, or coffee, and certainly not tea,
and talk of times,
that could have been more you.
mostly more me,
and we will sit,
us together at this place that is both not us.
We will smell the acrid stretch of death and both know it for what it is.
And know us for what things should have been.
Fluids pumping into your veins so that we may speak of thing we could have done,
should have done,
but didn’t do.
You laying there listless, wondering, expecting,
myself, nervously anticipating.
Have I lived incorrectly?
I’ll drink another cup of coffee, or hot chocolate, or whatever.
You will accept whatever fluid or whatever,
And we will both sit there,
talking and anticipating and expecting or regretting and believing,
or excepting this room we both really, really hate to be in.
A Quicksilver Saturday, by Travis Knight, enters a weary world that floats by on a Saturday hike. Enjoy the writing!
Although a personal journal entry, this featured piece by Stephen Perdue is concisely written & impressively has everything a story needs. Enjoy the read.