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David Rheins is a Jersey City, NJ-based songwriter/poet/visual artist. He blogs at http://davidrheins.blogspot.com and http://freepamphlet.wordpress.com. He has released two music CDs: 2005's Everthing That Ever Was both with Indianapolis based songwriting

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Identity: 11 of 151
MIDLIFEAnd in the pathHalfway between the houseAnd the old dark barnI pause to witness a rebirthSuddenly the air around me smells differentAnd the stickiness of my mouthHints of iron and bloodThe crickets call me to wake up"Forget the coffee, life is percolatingBub-bub-bubbling over withThe effervescence of everyday aweThere ... More..
Society & Lifestyle > African-American Issues What Martin Luther King, Jr. has meant to my life: 2 of 16
I was only 8 in 1968 when Dr. King was murdered, but I clearly remember watching the images flicker across the black and white set in my parents' bedroom. My family stood around open-mouthed, not fully understanding the impact of the events in Memphis.First the shock that another voice of peace had been silenced, then the fea... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Thank you, my love: 1 of 4
GOING ONTime to write another love songThis time while it's still hotWant to sing about what it isAnd forget about what it's notTick Tack Toe, I step in PeaceAnd my piece into your piece equals more than oneThis is a positive, I Love You So Much' love songA rambling, title is way too long songTammy, thank you for making it gr... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Childhood memories: 194 of 391
Midlife Reflections Midday on a June RoadIt is midpoint between day and nightIn the still quietude of June afternoonTwo seasons have passedTwo seasons to goAnd so, while the cicadas pulse in the cornfields surrounding me,I pause to take stock. Tie my shoes. Pull up my socks.Dust off my shoulders and slap my hat.I'll not tarry... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Peace Corp experiences in Africa: 1 of 1
Peace Corps Take Two I remember trying to bathe in the musky dankness of the African outhouse at sunset during the dry season. Naked, dripping cool water onto the hot earth, I doused myself and listened to the sounds of the village just beyond the palm-frond privacy wall preparing for night to fall. I perched thin brown toes... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's paths: 145 of 284
Good morning, Hackensack Another day without daylight in this dirty Jersey kitchen the toaster oven's burning something left from last night's supper there are only seconds ticking by the clock beneath the ceiling that you promised me you'd fix but it's been months I wonder where the love went in our lives as I soap the s... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Overcoming challenges: 34 of 52
The Daily Wind (rhymes with mind)After all was said and done,there was only the winding of his watch that kept him regular.Every morning after the taking of a cup of joe,the shearing of the daily scratch,the tasting of the toast and jam.On with the shirt out of the dry cleaning shroud,the push,twist,turn of the cufflink locks... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Depression: 48 of 70
Evan and the e-mail epiphanyThousands of emails stacked up in his in-box. Offers of no money down mortgages and discount Viagra, online catalogs for Oregon pears and offers from the panty-of-the-month club. These along with the newspapers piling in the grey carpeted hallway of his Jersey City rental, and the over-stuffed mail... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Solitude: 59 of 81
Midlife Reflections Midday on a June Road6/28It is midpoint between day and nightIn the still quietude of June afternoonTwo seasons have passedTwo seasons to goAnd so, while the cicadas pulse in the cornfields surrounding me,I pause to take stock. Tie my shoes. Pull up my socks.Dust off my shoulders and slap my hat.I'll not t... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: The pursuit of happiness: 10 of 13
EATING YOUR WAY TO ETERNITYEven before the spoon had dropped drunkenly from his slippery mitts into the dirty kitchen sink, he knew he had had more than enough. More than his fair share; certainly more than he needed.One half gallon of premium, all natural, farm fresh butter pecan ice cream eaten right out of the carton with ... More..