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I write bad poetry and first-rate marketing copy. Someday I hope to write decent poetry, but those are words I write for myself. The words I write for my clients must be perfect. The words I write for myself need not.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: First love: 7 of 102

"Fairy Tales Questioned" As she sat one early bustling morn The heart of this lovesick juvenile was torn. The decision she had to make, Neither option could she take. No one knew her while she wonder. Confusion sent her resolves asunder. Her perception seemed a blur. Words came out in jumbled slur. Blasts of pain her memorie...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Transformation: 3 of 30

Reformed I thought I knew the pain’s reward. Does the end justify the means? What if I am left forever, empty? Something so intrinsically me, Sliced away without compassion. Cut off and never regenerated. Do you see what I give for you? My whole self, a sacrifice. Here I am, raw, pure, and true. Recognize my amput...
Health & Fitness > Healthy Living & Wellness Are you "skinny fat"?: 1 of 10

Many thin or average weight women have an unhealthy body. They are busy and don't believe they need to "diet" or exercise. Women content with their dress size ask, "Why worry?" Poor nutrition and a sedentary lifestyle cause health problems regardless of body mass index or what the scale says. Dangers of a Sedentary Lifestyle...
Travel > Caribbean & Atlantic Destinations How to pack for a Caribbean vacation: 1 of 9

Sunglasses, swimsuit, sandals. That’s all you need right? Well, don’t forget any of those items, but you’re not finished yet. To get the most out of your Caribbean vacation you don’t want to be without any essentials. First and foremost all your documents should be in order, secure, ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hair: 3 of 25

My Hair (and the road to acceptance) When I was young my hair was well-behaved. It hung straight with a beautiful sheen. I remember, in fourth grade, My mother took me to get a perm. "Just to give it a little body." I recall the smell of the chemicals And spending hours in the chair. Then I hit puberty. My hair grew thick an...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: The toys I grew up with: 17 of 131

Growing up with six brothers and sisters the need for fancy toys was just not there. I don't remember any toys that lit up or made noises. We had great imaginations and improved our hand eye coordination the old fashion way. We had a large enough family to play team sports in our backyard or the park down the street. My pare...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Color: 3 of 23

"Black" Black is secret hidden things That disappear at night. "Black, that's a good color," he said, Standing in my shadow. "It's the color of my past," He whispered in my ear. Black is under my bed And hiding in my closet. "It's just me," he said, Leaning over my shoulder. Black are his empty promises That take the color f...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Insomnia: 29 of 193

"Restlessly Awake" Tick tock Tick tock. I watch the hands move Slowly around the clock. I need my sleep, But I'm not tired. My thoughts are deep And will not cease. Tock tick Tock tick. The hour is quite late, The dark is thick. I am wide awake. I should be in bed, But I don't doze. When I rest my head, My mind still goes. T...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Drinking: 4 of 25

I might have a glass of wine while I’m cooking. I pour it in a tall cobalt glass, smell it, swirl it, and sip it like I’m some kind of connoisseur. I drink a little more in between chopping, sautéing, and stirring. Cooking is so therapeutic. A nice glass makes me feel sophisticated, a little less trashy wh...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Anniversary: 3 of 18

What am I supposed to be celebrating? A decision I made when I was 18? The time that’s passed since then? I’m not sure how I got here. I’m certainly not where I thought I’d be. But I’ve come a long way since then. And I’m glad to know I’m still me. A friend asked my husband, “H...