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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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Home & Garden > Gardening (Other) True gardening stories and lessons learned: 3 of 24
How to Make a Garden from Scratch in the Missouri OzarksOne of our motives for moving to the Ozark Mountains in Missouri was to become as self-sufficient as possible. A major requirement for self-sufficiency is to be able to raise a garden. That can be more easily said than done, especially if you are a greenhorn who buys an ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature: 84 of 632
IN DEFENSE OF THE DANDELIONBlooms of sunshineOffered by SpringAs one color of her palette,Later to be foundPeeking from a grimy fist.Mother's first bouquet.Soft, yellow headsSoon turning wispy and grayTo be swept away by wind or wish.Some call them tenacious pestsAnd miss their unobtrusive beauty. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 169 of 1267
If You Would Love MeTake me where the wild things grow.Take me to my primal roots,and let me feel the stretch of my soul.Understand when I embrace the trees that it is for loveand share with me the thrill of the coyotes' chattering run.Know that I am of the wolf, the rock, the water,the breeze, the sky, the violet, the moon, ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Passion: 85 of 427
Passion's ProgressShe remembers a time long agowhen she reveled in her hand being held.An arm around her waistor a sweet pressing of lips to herscould live for days in her dreams.Butterflies and rapid heartbeats were easily induced,and she found them fantastically satisfying.Such innocent pleasures belonged to onewho had know... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Night: 65 of 321
MOONBATHINGAh, there you are.I have missed you.Now I can sit at the open windowAllowing your silver-white glowTo wash over me and lend meA sense of purity.I wonder at the strange sensationsYou bring to me,Creating mystical, primitive,Often sensual stirringsIn my core.Others may close their shuttersFor fear you will disturb th... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Nature: 11 of 51
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: Confused by love: 68 of 311
QuestionsI can't make this picture outWith all these pieces hiddenWhat is it that I'm supposed to feel?Of what am I being bidden?My mind and heart are at oddsAnd are keeping the waters stirredIf they would give me some peace Would the truth finally be heard?If what I feel is meant as good Then why does it cause me this pain? ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Remembering love: 39 of 164
Faded RoseThe rose, neglectedBegins to fade;Its beauty slowly dims.One by oneThe petals dropLeaving a stemNaked and bareAdorned only with thorns.Sadly the petalsAre gathered and savedAnd placed on a dusty shelf.In a pretty littleForgotten bowlSometimes a wayward breezeSteals it way insideTo stir an aromatic memoryIn which the... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature's seasons: 41 of 158
THE FLIGHT OF SUMMERSummer turnedAnd was startledFor directly behind herWinter waved through the mists of Autumn.She ran and hidAmong the trees,But the icy fingers of WinterReached outStripping her of her finery.Summer panicked.As she fled,Winter stood laughing. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Change: 45 of 173
CHANGEIt used to be something that happenedTo old women,But it is getting close enough to meThat I begin to see its form.I know its nameThough it still remains a mystery to me.MenopauseShould I put up a fightOr go peacefully? More..