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I consider myself to be an artist, poet, and romantic. I have been writing off and on in some form since a very young age. My mother was a writer and an artist. I feel she wrote very good poetry, although she wasn't highly published. With her encouragement

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflections: 3 of 242
BURIED IN LIFEI remember very littleAbout the Viet Nam war,Watergate, and the trip to the moon.I was so busy with living.There are poems unwritten,Pictures unpainted,Books unread,Places unseen,Because I was so busy with living.I wonder about people I never met,Those I knew only a little,Words unsaid and words unheard,Question... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: People in our lives: 1 of 40
CLIFF: A DIFFERENT KIND OF LOVE STORYCliff is dead now, for at least 25 years or more, but I have to tell our story. In this way, maybe I can make myself feel a little better about how I handled, or mishandled, my relationship with him. I think there are probably other Cliffs out there, as well as other young women similar to... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death: 23 of 693
HOMECOMINGWhen darkness softly kisses my lidsAnd the silence of eternity caresses my ears,When gravity no longer pulls at my shouldersAnd hungers no longer drive me forward,I will know that I have come full circle.When my eyes are no longer stung by joy or painAnd life's sorrows have lost consequence,When right and wrong beco... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Appreciating the little things in life: 7 of 155
HAVE A CUPPA 2008Most of my life I have been a confirmed drinker of my favorite brand of cold cola. Sometimes when it wasn't at hand, I would drink something else, but it would always be something cold. There have been some rare times that I would have a warm drink, such as hot chocolate or hot tea.It was suggested to me by a... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Horror: 1 of 21
A Scary Tale of Two Men (A True Story)Long before I met him, my husband, Ron, had a friend, Phil who roomed in the basement of Ron's home. Phil was a bartender who kept late hours. While working he usually helped himself to several drinks and would often come home quite tipsy. Such was the case on the night of this story. Tha... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Unusual encounters: 13 of 227
Mr. Henson addressed the group before him. "Next I would like to introduce Rachel Jordon. Ms. Jordan has agreed to share her experience with us in the hope that it will help to encourage us to stay strong in our goals. Ms. Jordan."There was a small pattering of applause from the twenty odd people sitting in the borrowed class... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Nature: 3 of 49
REDWOODS: THE OLD AND THE YOUNGThere's something about the Redwood Forest.something as compelling, awesome, and overwhelming as the contemplation of the universe. There you find the giant, stoic ancients who have been forged by time, wind, fire, and maybe by a sadness of what they have witnessed through the centuries. In thei... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Broken & lost: 10 of 135
The BattleNot all wars are fought and won On a battlefield's bloody plain. Not all enemies are flesh and bloodWho cause the wounding and the pain.There are battles that rage within A troubled young man's aching chest The caring ones can only give Their love to help him pass the test. There are wounds that run too deep And are... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's paradox: 3 of 39
Small, iridescent wingsbeat their incessant rhythmas they carry their wee burdenpast the variegated colorsof the forest carpet.The wings must restand lightly place their little flyon an ancient and decaying stump.The wary fly spies before herthe awesome figureof the quietly waitingSpider.Their multitude of eyesfocus upon each... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love unrequited: 46 of 399
Ballad of Love by the SeaShe met him at the water's edge No thought for the seagull's cry Nor waves that sought her tiny feet Nor the beautiful azure sky.She shyly met him poorly dressedWith her straight long hair of dull brown No beauty touched her thin pale cheek Yet hungrily he pulled her down.For love of him she gave her ... More..