Barb Purvis is a performance poet and freelance writer.
She is a former military Journalist and has worked for the Armed Forces Radio and Television Service (AFRTS) and the Air Force Service Information and News Center (AFSINC) as a Field Reporter, Writer
+ more bio informationLetting Go How do you unlearn the magic, Turn aside from memory's silent call, Watch your highest hope slowly vanish, Release your heart from sharing, giving all? Take in each moment sweet comfort, Find a pathway to your inner space, Open up your line of vision, Create new memories to chase.
One Christmas morning at my parent's house, everyone woke to the yelps and squeals of what sounded like a puppy. Champ, the neighborhood dog had recently died after being mauled by a larger stray dog while protecting the territory he called home. Home for Champ was actually five families on our street which included my paren...
My Beautiful Black Brother Then God created him, created a living being created a being who would be known by many names: father and son, husband and lover, my partner, my friend, my Beautiful Black Brother. Created him using the darker hues all manner of browns and rusts and black, deep chocolate and every rich tone drawn f...
morning when gentler days do come within . . . i like to imagine that you are the sunshine and i like a blanket would lay me down a fine silk-spun mist across my earthen bed when touched by your warmth i will rise up to be kissed in midair
When Jack Kroll and Tessa Namuth wrote, "It's doubtful if the human race will ever be as astounded by a new form of entertainment as it was by the advent of the movies," for the Winter 1997-98 Special Issue of Newsweek magazine, terms like Internet Video, uTube and Podcasting were yet to be invented. With each advance in com...
Brabham Cole cinched his belt under a growing paunch and pretended not to notice the belt was no longer at his natural waistline. He dressed quietly before heading into the bathroom. He was up later than he'd intended. Neither he nor his wife had gotten much sleep. He noted dark circles under his eyes and brushed a hand acro...
Always In My Heart My body is wet and warm. Thoughts from my heart rise like steam. In the cooling shadow of my mind I can sense him. He comes to taste the essence of my being. There is no place to hide my feelings that is safe from his touch. He is like the air I breathe, Something that will always be there to sustain me. H...
That must be him! The woman had her eyes on a man whose head had come into view almost as soon as the hatch of the Air Force C-141 popped open. She'd seen him on television like everyone else, but never in person. She knew his face and the man she believed to be behind the face. She'd only spent the last three years studying...
Barbara Purvis
Member since: September 2007
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