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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: 4 of 229

BURIED IN LIFE I remember very little About 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 unh...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: People in our lives: 1 of 42

CLIFF: A DIFFERENT KIND OF LOVE STORY Cliff 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 ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Broken & lost: 4 of 163

The Battle Not all wars are fought and won On a battlefield's bloody plain. Not all enemies are flesh and blood Who 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...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death: 23 of 633

HOMECOMING When darkness softly kisses my lids And the silence of eternity caresses my ears, When gravity no longer pulls at my shoulders And 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 pain And life's sorrows have lost consequence, When right and w...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Unusual encounters: 8 of 207

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 cla...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's paradox: 2 of 43

Small, iridescent wings beat their incessant rhythm as they carry their wee burden past the variegated colors of the forest carpet. The wings must rest and lightly place their little fly on an ancient and decaying stump. The wary fly spies before her the awesome figure of the quietly waiting Spider. Their multitude of eyes f...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Appreciating the little things in life: 7 of 141

HAVE A CUPPA 2008 Most 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 b...
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Horror: 1 of 20

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. T...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature: 36 of 578

IN DEFENSE OF THE DANDELION Blooms of sunshine Offered by Spring As one color of her palette, Later to be found Peeking from a grimy fist. Mother's first bouquet. Soft, yellow heads Soon turning wispy and gray To be swept away by wind or wish. Some call them tenacious pests And miss their unobtrusive beauty.
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Fear: 4 of 50

The Mountain Side of the Road There we were once again on this trip into Mexico and California, traveling in the mountains on the snaky, narrow, precipice hugging roller coaster roads that struggle first steeply up then down and up again. For added interest are the hairpin curves that double back on themselves and allo...