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I am a 30-something year old wife and mother of five who recently became a first time grandmother. I am also a registered nurse, and make jewelry on the side. My hobbies include writing (of course), music, painting (although I'm not very good), and cooking

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Domestic violence: 18 of 110
TO A MAN STRIKING HIS WIFE FOR THE FIRST TIME Do you know what you have done in one smooth stroke, my angry one? Did you intend that flash of hand? And do you now feel more the Man? What made you think, that fatal hour, that she was yours to overpower? Explain and justify, if you can, is she your child to reprimand? Your hea... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Poems for children: 42 of 229
The Man and the Hollow Tree Once there was a little man who lived atop a tree. He'd sit up there in the crisp, clean air to see what he could see. On sunny days, he'd look for miles. The view would be so grand. In winter though, he'd shiver and shake when snow fell on the land. When the rain came pouring down the wild wind w... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's funny little quirks: 6 of 27
A LITTLE PLEASURE Nothing's quite as pleasant as a burp from down below. A resonating gurgle or a percolating burble, a cacophonous disturbance that you draw up from your toes. I can't describe the pleasure or the easing of the pressure when you lose your inhibition and your gaseous condition. So, the next time that you've e... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Books: 15 of 64
A BOOK THAT SPOKE VOLUMES In a hidden corner on a forgotten shelf stood a leather-bound volume, worn and neglected, and somewhat out of reach. It's bindings were frayed, the leather cracked, and it groaned with its own weight as I gently eased it down. Dust lay thick and heavy on the cover. When blown free, it lingered in th... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pressure: 6 of 24
Desperation Surrounded by silence, thick, choking silence. Black suede engulfs me, blinding me. I listen, but there's no sound, no sound to break the dense stillness of the smoldering air, but then the pounding of my heart cracks the silence with its drumbeat. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Solitude: 22 of 85
A QUIET PLACE I often wish that I could find a quiet place to ease my mind, free from the voices that intrude... and there enjoy some solitude. Some time to leave it all behind, I often wish that I could find. I need a peaceful interlude, some space to lift my heavy mood. Some freedom from chaotic reign is just the thing to ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Daydreams: 13 of 48
DAYDREAMS On the cool green grass I laze basking in the warm sunrays, dreaming oft of yesterdays. Barefoot in the hills I'd run, soaking up the summer sun, free and wild, when I was young. The clean scent of the sand pines, the place the deer-trail unwinds, the thorny blackberry vines, exploring crystal clear streams, castin... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Summer: 43 of 125
SUNLIGHT AND MAGNOLIAS The sunlight pouring down spills warmly over my shoulders, down tanned arms that shine with a thin sheen of clean sweat, warming me on the inside as it seeps steadily into my bones. Early summer air is redolent with the heavy, sweet scent of creamy white magnolias, blossoms wider than my hand unfurling... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The blues: 17 of 47
MELANCHOLY BABY The rich throaty sound of a black woman spilling out the blues the way they should be sung pours smooth like oil, liquid, velvety soft. She knows what she sings. Her voice wraps around you, caressing you, pulling you into her melancholy and you know she feels it, understands it deeper than you ever will. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Weather: 20 of 46
STORM'S PASSING The staccato rhythm of raindrops dances on the rooftop. The wind howls around like the proverbial wolf, beating roughly at the door. Low drumbeats of thunder roll after brassy flashes of lightning, clapping wickedly with static energy, electrically fortified within the dark clouds tumbling swiftly above. The ... More..