Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Holocaust

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I hear the knocking of Messiah In my deepest sleep My spirit interceding For all of his lost sheep Some are spirits whispering Some are screaming out their plight That still send chills down my spine In the middle of the night For those that have been forgotten In their unrelenting shame And still hope for yet a spokes... More..

Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Why I write

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Why I Write? Some of us need a deeper form of self expression. We wear our masks for self-preservation. In our diaries, journals, doodles on the phone book, or our scribbles on brown paper sacks, we make ourselves known. Writing makes us visible. We can acknowledge our happiness, grief, anger and frustration. It is a place to... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Racism

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In the distance I hear the beating of a drum Awakening all the warriors Bidding them to come If you take one moment To listen, tune your ear You can hear the rustling Of his Spirit drawing near There is a new message Rising in the East Gathering all his people From the gr... More..

Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Growing old

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AAAP has been stalking me this entire year. Say AAAP a few times really fast. It even sounds like a bloodhound on your heels. I finally gave in and signed up. I also discovered at fifty I could join the local senior center here in Bend. It is funny, when I was in my twenties and thirties I used to look inside "old" people's c... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature and preservation

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When my eagle flew above your head Did you forget that it was me Sending you a message So that you could finally see Did you ever hear the subtle voice Of the teaching of a tree Or were you simply too busy To keep it's company Did you ever feel the significance Of a single grain of sand That remind... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Truth

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It isn't the ones so busy Capturing their neighbor's eye But it is the one that hears the vibrations Of His spirit passing by Many go their way Not hearing the subtle call They are too absorbed in the age To hear the sparrow fall The way of truth is narrow Many are choked with all their care The... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Grief

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Grief is like an oceanthe waves nipping at my ankles,gently gnawing indents in my naked exposed heels, they brush and disturb my balance,giving no rest, no security.I take a deep breath and try to steady myselfonly to be knocked down by an Oregon coastsneaker wave,gulping down salty waterand rubbing my stinging eyes,I get up ... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Native American prayers

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Rise up my people The time has come Mother Earth has shaken Her four legged ones The Creator has shown us The time is here There is no turning back From all of our fear Messages were ignored The time has come To chose the simple path That we started from We must all fuse together The time is here ... More..

Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Cats

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School finals, empty-nest syndrome, eight years of alone time, and my dog is fifteen. I needed some nuturing, something to help fill in the gaps. I needed "something." I thought, I will get a little, sweet , playful, kitty. Maybe it was the name change this kitten resented. I had meant to call her Mattie. My grandsons started... More..

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