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Thursday, July 24, 2014

Haven't had the spark

Haven't had the spark for a while. So, no blog posts on a regular basis. Not sure what the problem is...maybe it is an issue of not getting in front of a computer often enough. Whatever the cause I miss it, that spark. I feel alive when I am writing and the words are flowing out of my fingertips.

A friend, Ben Ditmars, asked if I would answer a few questions about my writing so here goes.

1) What am I working on
Well, I have a few irons in the fire. one thing I am working on is a fiction fantasy piece about a boy and his coming into his own through the forced memories of his parents past. That particular piece is a collaboration with the same Ben that asked me these questions.

2) How does my work differ from others in the genre?
I think the difference is in the collaboration with Ben, he is an insanely creative person.

3) Why do I write what I do?
Simply said, It feels right.

4) How does my writing process work?
I get inspired by something and, Bam, I have to put finger to keyboard. Usually I edit as I write, so when I finish typing the piece is where I want it. Of course I have to look for spelling errors but who needs spelling anyway....

There you go, a short window into my process

Chris McQueeney

Sunday, July 20, 2014


Just for a moment

Can I see you
To hold your hand
Touch your breath
Feel you one more
Can I see you 
Just for a moment
Need to hear your
Know your gentle
Will you come
 I see you 

Chris McQueeney   7/20/14    3:30 P.M.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Today is another day

If you tell a normal non alcoholic that "I have six months without a drink" they look at you like big fucking deal...kinda like a mechanic bragging about changing a set of spark plugs, big fucking deal. But if you saw a shit slinging monkey chang a set of spark plugs it would be WOW that is fucking cool...Im basically a shit slinging monkey changing sparkplugs, and I haven't had a drink in six months.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Poetry for a sunday

Without you

If I could
For one moment
The pain would end
For one moment
If I could
For just one second
Without remembering
What isn't
The ache would be gone
For just one second
If I could be me
Without you
For just one instant
I would just be me
Only me
For just one instant
How sad that would be
I could never
For one moment
One second
One tiniest of instants
Be free Without
You with me

Chris McQueeney  7/13/14   7:59 P.M.

Thursday, July 3, 2014


To Do

I sit here wondering
From day to day
The right things
To do
And what to say
From bended knee
I stand and sway
Come with me
That's my way
Take the leap
Lets jump today

Chris McQueeney    7/3/14    2:13 P.M.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Watch Me Fly


Soul striding
Tired and finding
No place to lie
No stoop to flock to
No coop to fly

Lying is easy
I am just fine


no strings attached
I'm a real boy
with nothing to hide

Soul striding
Tired and finding
No place to lie
No stoop to flock to
No coop to fly

watch me fly

watch me fly

Chris McQueeney   7/2/14   9:45 A.M.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Cherish It With Me

Loves Lift

Love's lift
Is a gift
Given to a rare few
Up and up 
You go
And you know
It will never end
Love's gift
Is a rift 
Broken from the 
Day to day life
It seams a crime
when from
Time to time
Love's gift is lifted
Hearts set adrift
Did you see 
It come to be
Then drift away again
Love's lift is a gift
Cherish it with me

Chris McQueeney   7/1/14    1:51 P.M.

A good day was to be had by all.