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I have been writing since childhood, and I made my first sale of an article with photographs at the age of 15. The editor changed it so much that I did not recognize the words when it came out in Alive!, a Sunday school magazine for teens. I have also written

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Emptiness: 4 of 200
The Cup Is Filled Zero bank account, empty purse, House once full, now silent, hollow. Man gone out, feet first, Grave filled up, house of sorrow. Empty coffee cup on the table, Grounds all used up and tossed. She reads again the cable, He soldier husband lost. But her cup is filled With memories love fulfilled. ... More..
Arts & Humanities > William Shakespeare Literary analysis: Hamlet, by William Shakespeare: 2 of 55
Hamlet's DilemmaA young man comes home from the university to find his father dead and his mother remarried. His new stepfather happens to be Hamlet's uncle Claudius, his father's brother, so he considers the marriage incestuous. These elements can be found in the Greek tragedies, and Shakespeare uses them to set up a tragic ... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Tribute to my first love: 3 of 32
Your first love feels the warmest, and your first hreatbreak feels the coldest. The sweet, untainted love of young children knows no fear, no deceit, no pain, until that first heartbreak. When we were very young, Donny led me on adventures in the back yard of our little orange stucco house in Culver City, which he transformed... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Science fiction: 17 of 165
The greatest danger came from the sky, and the best defense againstthat was vigilance. Johannes tried not to think about it, which alwaysproved impossible as he scanned the foliage on either side of thepath, plus the sky above them, for any sign of danger. He kept hisfinger near the trigger on his laser rifle, his thumb ready... More..
Arts & Humanities > Literary Themes & Ideas The role of women in classical literature: 1 of 8
Women in classical literature are seen primarily through the eyes of men. Social mores prevented most women from publishing their own writing, so their views had a very limited audience. From the classical Greek plays to Chaucer's Canterbury tales to Shakespeare's plays, we find extreme types of female characters, nearly all ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life lessons from dogs: 4 of 26

A Dog's Life is Accepting Bandit lies on the living rom rug, accepting a tummy rub and a scrap from my table. Muscles ripple under his stiff black fur, accepting the touch of my hand. Dogs of all shapes and sizes are always accepting whatever we give them -love or abuse. The happy pug dogs cuddling in their soft bed... More..
Arts & Humanities > Poets & Poetry Does society need poets?: 7 of 39
To ask whether society needs poets is to ask whether humanity needs a soul. Poets tend to see more clearly than others, and they show us what we tend to ignore or push aside from our daily lives. They can illuminate the beauty of an ordinary day, or they can drag an ugly incident out of the dark closet and into the spotlight.... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Time: 4 of 22
Times marches on, flows like a river and takes us from the past through the present to the future. Yet time is an illusion, a mental construct which we employ to organize our lives. We remember the past and look forward tot he future, but sometimes the experience of a moment causes us to question whether we really know what... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Going home: 3 of 16
It isn't home any more, and yet it is.My old room is now for guests,the walls painted light brown,my old posters taken down years ago.My old cat buried under the pepper tree out back.Dad shows his age, yet he's still Dad.His new wife so much like Mom, who rests in peace.Home pulls at my heart, but I am only a visitor here.It ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Insomnia: 32 of 165
In the wee hours, I close my eyes.Cats curled up, noses in tails,I roll onto my side and curl up,but sleep does not come to me.The dog, curled up on the hearth-side rug,begins to snore.I envy them all, while listening to the hoot of a night owloutside my window, the bird that sleeps all day.Morning softly settles down on my r... More..