Of Earth And Sky

Online Creative Writing Assignment

I come from looming boxes of synthetic distraction, fiery bursts of impossibly red crisps, and fritters of nameless orchards.

I am from sprawling paned windows of glass and boundless halls where dust settles in quiet corners.

I am from the Pinus Resinosa and Ulmus Americana, a crow's canopy of rotting carcasses.

I am from the drunken parties of distanced relatives who once held my swaddled figure and unconsciously inherited mischievousness from Klein and Knight and Nornberg.

I am from political assertations at weekend barbeques and forced chit-chat where words drip like water from a cracked vessel. 

From something greater than debating suicide and the same shared fate as the people you hate.
I am from a home where flickering screens serve a frozen god, and shadows bent in silent reverence before a glowing warmth that drains us dry.

I'm from the trees with the sweet sap of the Dakota Sioux, my pale body Kartoffelsalat, and my reserved demeanor Bienenstich delicate.

From great porcelain walls shot with fist-punched holes and bruises, the broken headsets and controllers of a driven boy and irritable father.

I am from the sharp skeletons of backyard woods, the soft gurgle of feathered supremacy, and the low-throaty rumble of territorial rivalry.