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We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection...[to] recreate [ourselves] when destroyed by living.

- Anais Nin, Essays

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ending a relationship: 1 of 282

"The Beach After Sunrise: April 28, 2007" Distance and echoes and the footprints left by time are all that remain; as if an ocean's tide had ebbed never to return. A curiosity, like a ship sinking beneath the morning horizon; and I wonder, for a moment, if I'll ever see it again; then, the next moment, unable to remember if ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ego: 1 of 35

"Shadows Deceived" for Kristiana I'm still playing with moonlight, where egos come and go at will in quarter-light, hidden; as if they were shadows deceived, believing they've somehow been diminished further to one-sixteenth the luminosity, and nobody sees. But I do, equally diminished by this play on words and scorche...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Healing: 3 of 63

"The Year of Tears You Haven't Cried" - for Bri Were I to sit out under the stars tonight counting, the wind whispering promises through the bending of trees; I'm sure if I asked the full moon to tell me your secrets, she'd only speak of your heart and its needs. If I dipped a brush in moonlight dancing, painting your smile ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Soul Mates: 24 of 229

Momentary Lily I contemplate you in the moment, for a moment, as this is all I have: you and the moment. And you greet my broken senses with fragrance that pieces me back together at least for the moment, as I recognize my desire, my need, to be lost in you; and your perfume reaches out as a lover always does, spreading arms...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: War in Iraq: 15 of 138

Another Means Whether the voice of the one who articulated it, or the millions who have simply surrendered to the phrase, I find it difficult to believe that such an intelligent species is unable to elect a more noble politics than the the one who finds war their only end.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Eyes: 21 of 170

When I look into your eyes such beautiful sky I see. I could brush your lips with my fingertips or crash into your ocean, but into your eyes, into your sky I climb and fall without remembrance, losing all comprehension of time, of self. Into your eyes, your sky: it's not so much a crashing, a climbing, a falling; instead, it...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Personal growth: 7 of 55

Uninvited Guests The hard questions greet me in this empty apartment. They enter and occupy the places where her furniture used to be; or, perhaps, they were already here? Either way, they're uninvited guests in a place that doesn't even belong to me. And they have no place to sit, instead finding adequate furnishings in my ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Christian: 36 of 276

"Remember?" It's a curious mistake, and I can only speculate as to the intentions of the heart, but the evidence soon becomes maddeningly clear. Please don't dismiss this to the five hundred year war between the faiths - though that would be the easy way out. Instead, consider the brutality of remembrance: Jesus, hanging the...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: My father: 17 of 115

"Perfectly Good Emotions" In many places along the way, you encounter the different faces of your parents: different qualities, different visions and realities. My father has taught me, by example, some very important lessons. All the lessons have been profound; but while a few have been life-enhancing, most, especially as h...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Endings: 10 of 64

"A Lake Filled with Sky" I went back there, this past December to that place - our place: the island of us; there, where we forged dreams on molecules of air whispering our visions then painting them on willing landscapes of pines and loblolly bays and a lake filled with sky; there, where we wove winter light into imaginatio...