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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Difficult people: 2 of 126
TWICE BLESSED OR TWICE CURSED? Six years is a lifetime in the clear eyes of the young. Memory begins at half that, and before, we are told, is but a vast white world of forgetting. We had been warned to expect limits to be tested, but nothing can prepare you for the unknown. Each birth is unique, delivered without a manual. ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A day at the beach: 5 of 201
Gulls scythe the skies with their wings and cries Mad from endless journeys on ceaseless seas. Wind whips sand against my face, my hands. Intent on touching waters cold, I go alone, bold. Not everyone is born with a silver spoon. And this is what remains of my numbered days. Bad weather, landscape so lonely, but I do not buc... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Being overwhelmed: 19 of 137
UNBOUND Far easier to cover your ears in a forest brimming with voices of birds than to seek the one song that will bring you calm. Lose your way, be drowned by sound. Randomness becomes a pattern all its own. Know there are paths Waiting to be found. Close your eyes. Breathe in that thick air and learn to release. Your foot... More..
Politics, News & Issues > News (Other) How media controls the presentation of "truth" by what they do and don't show: 1 of 7
Magicians and Bunnies in the Newsroom Magicians are in a trade. They satisfy an audience's craving for the fantastic, the impossible, the breathtaking. They know the best contraptions to use, the best colours of smoke to release, the slightest gesture to reveal and conceal at the precise moment. They suck you in a narrative ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Separation: 59 of 229
In Transit This is such a small room for the money I'm bleeding. Made smaller by the TV on the table, a personal safe, and a fridge that comes up to my knees stocked with drinks beyond my reach. The bed is adequate for someone my size. But it seems as immense as a body of water crossed in darkness. The clock on the table has... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Moving on: 81 of 300
Farewell at Yang Guan after the music of Bian Liu Nian The wooden gate is wide open but the fog has not yet touched this last moment, our feet side by side, brother. In utter stillness the roof vanishes from our parents' house. A few more seconds and this world we grew up in will be no more than a garden as narrow as our emb... More..
Parenting & Pregnancy > Teen Challenges Arguments for parental control of teens' music choices: 10 of 36
Rap, Hip Hop and Other Unwelcome Guests to the Family Dinner Mass media has been blamed for a lot of things that the youth end up emulating. From head to foot, teenagers often try to imitate whatever their peers admire, at the cost of totally perplexed parents. Facial metal gear, clothing that barely covers crucial parts of ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ancient cities: 30 of 96
VOICES IN STONE CITIES I have taken handfuls of sand from countless cities abandoned long before I could walk. I filled my lungs with air that rushed and swirled As it did in time now distant. Stone on top of stone, defiant of earth's drag, they stand. Now shadows, legends of lost grandeur, echoes. I can only imagine lives w... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life: 394 of 1201
Yesterday's Nail Yesterday I stepped on a piece of clipped nail. Mine or my wife's? Or from someone else who used to live here on the fourth floor? A nail curved like the moon, sharp like noonday sun, and as silent. It could easily blind a staring eye. For a moment it stuck as if it were clinging for life to the lines of my ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Childhood dreams: 9 of 27
Butterflies on Fire for M. L. We're setting butterflies on fire, the ghost of a long lost childhood friend and I. Our fingers are phosphorescent and sad, like matchsticks before the spark. So much for things of the past. I look at her smile, cold white flame flickering. On her shoulder, an abstract of a bird from the last ga... More..