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I'm a 37 year old poet and writer.

"You Me and Apollo: Hope Beyond Bipolar Disorder" -Lulu.com

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Arts & Humanities > Historical Literature Book reviews: All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque: 1 of 5
"All Quiet on The Western Front" is in this abstractor's opinion simply the most powerful anti-war novel ever written. Its author Erich Maria Remarque was a German foot soldier in World War One and writes with great authority.The plot is straight forward. We join young Paul Baumer before he enlists in the military. We see the... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Legends: 6 of 29
"In the first day the elders dancedand knew each other totallyand there was never any openingin the love between a man and a womanEalui was the queen and Damulea her kingtheir love gave smell to the rosethe snows had never fallenand no blood had ever painted a sword Two times a thousand years they ruledand kissed as often as ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Horror: 55 of 233
Emma wasn't fat. Not really fat anyway. She did have to admit she had that boobs-lying-on-stomach, saddlebags-on-thighs kind of shape. Whatever her body mass index, she didn't watch in the bathroom mirror as she undressed. She'd seen it before.It had been one hell of a day. They were having a two for one sale at the store and... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Survival: 7 of 29
Rickel sniffed with one nostril and took a swig of coffee. The whole base smelled of Sulfur but it seemed like he only noticed it in the mornings. He sighed and strolled up to the control booth where two of his fellow colonists lounged before a bank of consoles and a large window that showed an orange sunrise."As you were." H... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Colors: 16 of 66
"I dreamed of green,a place beyond this,of yellow smellsand straight golden stalks.Walked an imaginary milepast a red farm houseon a white gravel roadlistened to a whistling bird.I was not born for this,concrete and steel.I am a creature of colorand must breath the open air." More..
Computers & Technology > Website Reviews Website reviews: Reddit.com: 1 of 4
I'm a freelance author. As such, I'm always looking for ways to make a little extra money off my writing. I'm pretty well established having sold several dozen short stories in various markets and more than sixty articles to online and paper magazines. Still, I've got tons of work just floating around looking for a home.I sta... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Books: 17 of 64
Oh librarianI've come again.I forgot that I am a fool.For a moment I was wise,but only for a moment.I said;"I know this already.""I don't need to be told.""I am learned and wise."But then life changed.Have you noticed that librarian?That life changes?On and on forever,it changes.All that I can do or will know must somedayfall... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Parents: 3 of 11
Seasons of Motherhood Chapter 11.160th Day of Rainy Season Year 450The Castle Duron, City Glasha, OhleeFour young girls ran along the edge of a sun lit court yard weaving in and out of the shadows of tall, white columns. They had rich, brown skin and dark, wavy hair. One of them wore a small crown that was nothing but a ring ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 364 of 1311
I Wish There Was a ChristmasI wish there was a Christmas; Peace on Earth, Good will toward men.I wish there was a Christmas; A star in the holy night, A child without sin.But when the days get shorter and the asphalt freezes; The mini-vans jostle for the closest space And the bell ringer sneers if you don't toss him a coinWhe... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Murder: 54 of 194
Painting The TruthThe ocher looked good. A thick gob of the rusty, brown color found its way onto the palate. Then crimson and a muddy green. Anger swelled in Salazar as he turned his black eyes to the expanse of white canvas. He was angry at this and that, his wife and the broken car and his nosey neighbor. He attacked the c... More..