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I am a freelance writer with experience in technical writing, grant writing, and journalism but my passion is creative writing, especially poetry.
I am a mom and find this to be my best work in life.
I have an American Staffordshire Terrier, Maya, who is my

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I hear you: 3 of 167

I hear you, I do I hear the words you speak But haven't you figured out They mean nothing now to me I hear you say you're sorry I can also hear that tone I hear you say so many things That sound as cold as stone I hear you, I'm listening I'll always take the time Why do you always yell at me I can hear you just fine I hear y...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Alarm clocks: 4 of 74

This is a true story to let you know I ended my alarm clock affair many years ago To my own body did I trust to keep the time To my own resolution did I trust my mind I hated that thing with a passion so fierce I would wake to its evil screaming, in my ear it would pierce I hated what it stood for, how it kept track of my da...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Typewriters: 3 of 45

I have a sinful obsession with the hard click of the keys Each pause in the air fills my creative heart with glee From a thrift store or an old tool shed My friend the typewriter is far from dead It has followed me through childhood Through puberty and on even still I have trusted it with my secrets Into adulthood, my heart ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The jungle: 3 of 38

A midnight mist does rise Against the starry skies But all is unseen Under jungle canopy And silent are my cries Another night does fall And gives life to things that crawl Beneath my feet And then retreat Nothing I can do at all A maze gets rearranged Everything seems changed I could run and run But until there's sun I need...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Free-for-all: 6 of 74

Like a kid in a candy store I will be Nothing will restrain the likes of me An open account with no spending limit Not a worry in the world for just a moment With money to burn quite literally Hang up the system and get it for free Hack the mainframe and shuffle the support Jam the servers and block all the ports Make the wh...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fresh air: 8 of 97

I am not running away, I swear Just stepping out to get some air That is not the wind beneath my feet Just a breeze ever so sweet Fresh air is all I ask A moment alone is all I need Don't get the wrong impression I would never just up and leave I'd never dream or disappearing Or taking off in the night Just a little breath o...
Style & Beauty > Vintage & Bargain Clothing A woman's guide to online thrift shopping: 3 of 31

With four children and a tight budget, the Internet has become my saving grace when it comes to saving money on clothing, food, and other items needed in my home. Not only is it fun to breeze through thousands of Internet savings, but the prices can be dramatically lower than retail and in most cases, shipping and coupon cod...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Little things: 16 of 147

It's the little things you never do to make my heart complete The little things you never do to sweep me off my feet It's the little things you never do set at the back of your mind Put them off for other things swear you'll do them when you have time It's the little things you used to do before things got so hard The little...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature: 65 of 578

The lake is still and sheltered From the wind by poplar trees There are beaver and turtles, geese and bass And a handful of chickadees A soft snow has begun to fall Not but a moment before A mist on the lake has steadily risen And cattails brush together at the shore Deer leave powdery tracks In snow that is heavy and thicke...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: How do I feel in my skin color?: 5 of 42

It is a wonderful place that we live where races have come together and different nationalities have united for the stronger race of humankind. How I feel about my skin color is a reflection of not just my personal morals but a judgment of society as a whole. While skin color is only (pardon the pun) skin deep, it is safe to...