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

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Endings: 1 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... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Identity: 6 of 153
Mirrors Are Like That The texture of my skin as I run my fingers over the coarse fabric covering my soul; and I am reminded that I am not as perfectly smooth as I have led myself to believe. I began to discover this when I placed unwilling fingers on the mirror she was to me: moving across her silk surface, my skin tore and ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Healing: 5 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 ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Soul Mates: 23 of 246
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... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Want: 6 of 47
Clouds Passing I spoke to the sky and said I wanted to be the clouds passing and the tree outside my window; that I wanted its roots to replace my legs and its branches my arms; and I so wanted the sun to rise from beneath my burdened eyelids and send light streaming from my eyes, my nose, my mouth. The sky laughed and the c... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Christian: 40 of 296
"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... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Words: 38 of 260
"I Can't Bring You There" Words, I'm told, are my limitation, humanity's limitation. I'm told that only direct experience can convey reality, my words leaving only the deficit of misunderstanding as I try to convey to you this love, this beauty, this reality that I see around you, around me in us, of us; us me the words "me"... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: My father: 19 of 122
"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... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: In memory of a loved one: 19 of 122
"July 1991 - Battle Lost, War Won" The pastor eulogized: "...battle lost, war won," though God forgot to stop all the bullets flying. Clergy-words burdened the air in the living room of your dying but he didn't seem to notice the smell of cordite and empty shell casings littering the hallway carpet you walked, day after day,... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Experiencing nature: 38 of 230
"Evening Color" There is no subtlety in this sun setting: the green world is convinced by persuasive oranges, giving already pale leaves a premature pallor, while blades of grass sweat under the strain; the blush - a relentless taskmaster. Troubled cicadas protest, but the sky cannot hear the insignificant, busy as she is wo... More..