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I have been called many things,but my friends know me as "The NightWalker". Poetry and prose has always been a part of my life. I published my first poem in the third grade. Since 1995, I have been referred to, as by several of those in the local arts community,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Letting go: 1 of 191

Nights Like This The snow decorated the Delaware countryside with an icing frosty white, and the dark gray pan promised more from the baker's hands. The large two story farmhouse had ninety-five years of stories in its walls, and the painful ones made its bones, creak and moan. Her moccasin covered feet slapped lightly on th...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature: 7 of 578

These October Mornings These October mornings- absorbed in the chill of waiting mist and drizzle. Will advocate thick wool sweaters, hot homemade soup, and cuddling conversations. One now knows that summer has retired to the comfort of its pillow. As autumn implies its distinction upon this room- hear the distant cackle of w...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Philosophy: 7 of 62

Without Seeds And they asked, "Where are your children?" for they were consumed by the absence of laughter. Someone cried, "They died a long time ago. I will take you to the sand in which they lie." And they asked, "How did this come to be?" Their inquiries filled with sensitive possessions. Someone cried, "We failed to prot...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Fear: 9 of 50

I don't know to what degree fear plays in my life, but I know that it is a part of it, and it makes me aware and cautious daily. Fear is such a broad emotion, and even though, you hear some people proudly exclaim that they fear nothing, it is obvious that they haven't encountered everything that life has to offer. For there ...
Relationships & Family > Romance & Sexuality Assessing interracial relationships: 4 of 18

I advocate interracial relationships. Actually, I advocate all forms of mixed relationships. Black and White, Native-American and Chinese, Jewish and Catholic and all the other endless combinations that find the groove. I believe these relationships are necessary for the survival of mankind. Now, I don't have any scientific ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Relationships: 136 of 416

Complex Passion It is the covenant that keeps us close, yet fragile. The indispensable voracity of my wanting. The impeccable conundrum, that is your need. We mesmerize our images, allowing days to pass into months that pass into years, which pass into- if only? We evince ourselves unprepared for tomorrow influenced by the p...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Corners: 2 of 6

He still gazes over the ivy covered fence with the intent of seeing her silhouette through the open window. It has been five years and nothing has taken the sting of her leaving from his senses. He attempts to walk the sidewalk with a purpose, yet he can not control the urging of his feet to stray in the direction of the doo...
Politics, News & Issues > US Elections Leadership trumps race and gender: 1 of 3

America will be electing a Democratic President this year, and whether it's Hillary Clinton or Barack Obama, one of them will earn their place in history. Can you imagine that? A woman or African-American becoming President of the United States. Why that's what, the "American Dream" is all about, and it would hopefully, repr...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Longing: 138 of 397

Roads She said. the rutty, dirt road reminded her of a home long gone. Its thundering voice beneath the tires of her car Its dusty breath exhaled in her rear view mirror. For a moment. She returned to those stories woven within the vast expanse of grains, traditions, and tempests. She calculates the names, faces, and places ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Humanity: 62 of 169

Humanity Adaptability the inherent quality and fallacy of the race. The fact that I can walk, talk, see, and hear is merely a simple privilege, and not a simple of superiority. I was molded from the earth, I came down from the trees, I stepped forth from the ocean. I am a infinite evolution. Yet, I still breath the air of my...