Writing in Cadence

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  • The Tree

    There is a familiar aroma wafting through the air as I walk towards this tree. Every hated memory comes rushing back as I stop to breath in the sweet smells… Read more

  • There is a Picture of

    Five soldiers posing in front of their vehicle where they are still in their gear that they wear to go on the missions that they ran in Iraq to work… Read more

  • We Revved Our Pipes for Thee

    Our pipes start playing the moment we leave home. We’re dressed in our best to honor our own. The wind carries the seriousness of the mood that we’re in; The… Read more

  • Box of Memories

    I have a memory box. The concept of a memory box is not mine to trademark, as a quick Google search will assure you, nor is the idea a new… Read more

  • The Gift

    “Here we go again,” he said.  Private First Class Yester muttered as the crowd began to build around his vehicle. The sun was just cresting the sky as the convoy… Read more

  • The Price of Entry

    What is the cost of a marathon? For the sponsor, the bill can be anywhere between a couple thousand and hundreds of thousands of dollars. The host will spend money… Read more

Welcome to my blog!

I’m Mark! On this page you can find the culmination of my work. These are the results of sitting down at the end of the day, taken what’s culminated there, and attempting to flip it on its head! Whatever form it ends up in, the product is always a story, and there’s always an underlying rhythm to be discovered in how it can be told.

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