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
+ more bio information1993 As I was poking in a puddle of mud, Looking for its bottom, you see, A pink little pig trotted quickly by And wiggled its tail at me. Normally I wouldn't have said a word To a strange pig that I didn't know. But this one was a curious pig. I couldn't just let him wiggle and go. "Hey, Pig!" I said as I started to follow.... More..
There once was a wicked old witch Who rode around on a small switch. She learned with a boom That a brand new broom Soon cured her nervous twitch. More..
The Predator a.k.a. The Online Romancer He sits all day at his keyboard, searching, searching, sifting through the ranks of the lonely, the soft hearted, and the susceptible. The used and discarded line the cyber path behind him, their usefulness to him having been consumed before they are disdainfully spit out. Once dispose... More..
Abandonment I found you there in our bed, Your arms relaxed across your stomach with your eyes and mouth agape. You no longer knew your name Though I gave voice to it. I could not call you back or shake you into awareness of this physical realm. They would not let me watch as they took you away but your leaving still tore at... More..
A. Jill Gaebel
Indianapolis, Indiana US
Articles Written: 44
Writers Invited: 4