Tyler Knott Gregson's Blog, page 459
July 28, 2015
"I am speechless here,
for I could not imagine
how much I could feel."
for I could not imagine
how much I could feel.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
I absolutely love this photo of my nephew Moyer Knott that my...
I absolutely love this photo of my nephew Moyer Knott that my sister @mcdonovan snapped. I have no idea what he was pouting about but I can guarantee it wasn’t due to the rad bow tie he’s wearing that my wonderful charity friends @krochetkids made. What’s even better, is he’s wearing it in Spokane, WA, birthplace of @krochetkids !
Go do some shopping at krochetkids.org!
P.S. Only FOUR DAYS LEFT to register for my final 30 Days of Writing Course of 2015 with @creativerehab !! We want you to join us, this will be our best course yet!!
July 27, 2015
“I am all practiced
at living without you here,
I need no more...
“I am all practiced
at living without you here,
I need no more work.”
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
Come say hi to me @tylerknott on Instagram and Twitter. :)
Typewriter Series #1217 by Tyler Knott Gregson*Chasers of the...
Typewriter Series #1217 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Chasers of the Light, is available through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, IndieBound , Books-A-Million , Paper Source or Anthropologie *
Text for Tired Eyes:
This is my psalm to the Summer;
to the warm winds that dance in the long grass
and moves it like stormy seas. To the ebb of
night’s chill and the whitewash paint the moon throws
on the skin of the earth. To the fuzzy
flesh of the peach and the first sour splash of
plum on your perfect lips. The daylight that lingers
and wraps around your hair like a halo before dipping
below the dry mountains in the distance. The heat burns us
now and stains red the parts you leave for the sun to
kiss. The red to brown and the emergence of freckles
on faces and a lightness to your hair. To my hands inklessly
drawing on the naked arch of your back. To the promises. The
promises of surviving the hottest season.
This is my Summer psalm and this is my serenade to
you. We’ll sit on porches in chairs that rock and we’ll watch
the lightning as it flirts with me again. To the sound of ice cubes
clinking sweaty glasses and the slice of lemon
floating inside it. The way you look when you smile at
me as I walk away. To the sound of trains and church bells
echoing through the clear night air. This is my psalm to
the smell of creek beds and wet towels, the sound of
laughter later into the nights as the light keeps the kids
awake. The stars move above us slower
now and the meteors come to remind us that we too,
are floating in blackness. The trail of light they leave
will never leave us. The crickets sing and we don’t need to
understand their lyrics. This is my serenade to the heat that
beat the frost but will fall again to the cool Autumn air
knocking on its doorstep. To the final brave salutation of the leaves
and their shining in the sunlight. To your skin peeking out of
clothes hidden in closets for too long. This is to how rainbows follow
us and make us forget the rain that fell before them. To the panting
dogs and ladybugs crawling on garden leaves. This is to how the
Earth wakes up and plays along. To the grasshoppers parting
like Biblical seas when you walk through their homes. This is to the
promise of love, through heat or freeze, green grass or brown and no matter
the color of the clouds in our sky.
This is my Summer psalm, this is my serenade to you.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
"I am all practiced
at living without you here,
I need no more work."
at living without you here,
I need no more work.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
I live a life with a revolving view. I never know what will be...
I live a life with a revolving view. I never know what will be waiting behind hotel room curtains, I never know what my eyes will wake up to. I love this way of living, I love never knowing and always being surprised. Here is another square view our another random hotel from a few weeks ago in Palmdale, California. Who knows what I will see next.
July 26, 2015
“Steal all the shadows
I’ve been buried underneath,
show me to...
“Steal all the shadows
I’ve been buried underneath,
show me to the light.”
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
Come say hello @tylerknott on Instagram and Twitter!
Typewriter Series #1216 by Tyler Knott Gregson*Chasers of the...
Typewriter Series #1216 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Chasers of the Light, is available through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, IndieBound , Books-A-Million , Paper Source or Anthropologie *
"Steal all the shadows
I’ve been buried underneath,
show me to the light."
I’ve been buried underneath,
show me to the light.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
Happy Sunday my friends. Quick heads up, we are entering the...
Happy Sunday my friends. Quick heads up, we are entering the last week for registration for the last writing course of 2015! Come join the rad @creativerehab and I for a rad journey that will address your biggest hurdles with writing.
Space is limited so head to WriteYourselfAlive.org right now to sign up and hang out with us. I cannot wait to read your work and chat!
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