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I'm a late bloomer. I dreamed of being a writer, songwriter, and singer from my early youth... but I got sidetracked. After being diagnosed with metastatic melanoma at age 43, I decided to take my talents more seriously and spend my time doing things that

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I'll be fine: 38 of 181

Feels like a pulled muscle that just gets worse. Oh? This lump? The doctor says. Lump? I say. Probably just an infection. Let's get it biopsied. Melanoma? Okay, I have to get back to work now. Why should I go home? What would I do there? Cry? I'll be fine. Surgery, recurrence, surgery, radiation . . . I'll be fine. Just lymp...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Writing: 105 of 464

There's No Such Thing As Writer's Block There's no such thing as writer's block. Wait patiently for a poem to drop. There's no such thing as writer's block. Just wait and scribble and breathe. Dot your i's and cross your t's. Stop thinking that it must have this or that to rank significant, worthy of a scholarly recipient. A...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Teenagers: 19 of 56

At Thirteen Sometimes the way you look at me makes tiny paper cuts all over me. Somber brown eyes, unfeeling (or feeling all things), uncaring (or hiding all cares). I feel a searing pain. Not mine, not yours, but the entire world's paper cuts. And sometimes when you look at me and look away, I catch glimpses of something st...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Typewriters: 16 of 45

Typewriter Therapy It used to help. Typewriter therapy. Appointed apostrophes. Morbid metaphors. Annointed with anguish and pain. A creation made it right again. Now little consolation, the typewriter stares, reminding me of incompetence or lack of confidence. It tells me it can no longer help. But I must press the keys, tra...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Childhood memories: 49 of 135

The Thief Who Stole My Childhood When I was eleven years old, I suddenly lost my ability to play with Barbie dolls. One day my friend, Regina, wanted to play, but I just couldn't. Regina thought I was just trying to be big. She couldn't possibly understand the severity of what had occurred. It was as if my imagination had be...
Entertainment > Movie Reviews Movie reviews: August Rush: 2 of 5

August Rush was a fairy tale well worth watching. Seemingly impossible situations are overcome through the love and the power of music. If you're an action movie fan, you'll probably yawn at the slowness of the plot, but if you're a music lover, you'll be captivated. Freddie Highmore, a talented young actor whom moviegoers w...
Sciences > Anthropology (Other) The debate on Darwin's theory of evolution: 9 of 20

Theory . . . or Hypothesis? Yes, I believe in evolution . . . that things change over time. Who could refute that? What I do not believe is that new species come into being by the evolution of old species. Darwin believed this. He believed that one form of life changed enough throughout the history of the world to produce an...
Health & Fitness > Herbal & Natural Remedies Prevention of the spread of melanoma: 1 of 1

As a stage IV melanoma patient, I feel compelled to tell others about this disease, the deadliest of skin cancers. It's important that more people understand how their lives can be affected by melanoma, since in many cases, it can be prevented. Unfortunately, once you have it, you are in danger of losing your life to it. So,...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The state of my heart: 50 of 98

MY HEART Sealed and secured, As a love letter that might be Found too soon, Or a minion too precious To be revealed. . . Hidden Secure Safeguarded Preserved Finger touching lips) Not known wink) Yet known. Why held so? As a child grips her dearest doll, presses it to her breast? If it were living, It would smother there. Fea...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Apartments: 34 of 65

Our life together began with brown carpet. Our first apartment that wasn't cinder block, or on a college campus, or shared with others. Brown carpet And brown panel walls. Could new life spring from this? Yes. Turbulent and unfulfilled . . . But new. I wonder what color the carpet is now, How many lives began there How many ...