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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Destiny: 5 of 158
Strands We can never really know the strands we string in the web fibers of our lives - we get caught, and why, and when. I like to think I strung a priceless net, one that snagged a Prime Minister, or a grandmother of a young girl who in decades hence discovers the AIDS cure. But mostly, I can see the threads that captured ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: For children: 8 of 223
Esmeralda and her hair When Esmeralda was two, her mother cut her hair. She stared into the mirror and did not recognize herself. It was so short her ears froze when she went outside. It was so short it stuck straight up on her head. It was so short people sometimes thought she was a boy. Her mother tried to stick bows in he... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's paths: 12 of 283
Splinters All that is left are splinters, feathering away in the mist, scattered into litter, debris kicked about on hard packed soil. I knew the gift was breaking, damaged beyond repair, but denied the infrastructure had collapsed hnd nothing was salvageable. We became so attached, irrationally perhaps, but held on for dear... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Losing yourself: 1 of 21
Deep down, beneath years of dress-up clothes and masks applied with careful precision - a little girl hides, cowering from fears she avoids at all costs - molten tears running like the River Styx on a journey from nowhere to no place, an ever flowing stream flooding the unconscious steadily filling a reservoir long dormant -... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Relationships: 30 of 451
Homecoming Clock chimes the hour, all is still, holding its breath for the coming of dawn. So still, soothing, peaceful, belying all the years of anger spewing down hallways, reverberating off walls, as I cowered in corners praying for soft stillness instead of the raging silence which so often came in storm's wake. The peop... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Family conflict: 1 of 12
"Look! Isn't that cute!" my sister cried as she looked out the sun porch windows. The four of us, my mother, aunt, sister, and I herded to the sliding door to watch as a tiny field mouse hopped its way across my mother's yard. It was mid-April, the ground just beginning to thaw, the earth coming alive. Geese were returning, ... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Adopting older children: 1 of 10
The Creature Cometh Some people come into your life in attack mode, like a storm trooper or a terrorist. Perhaps it is unfair for me to hold that analogy when speaking of him, but my brother Wayne was truly was of those people. Devious, amoral, likable and unlikable at the same time, he assaulted our lives in ways we were ne... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Romantic pain: 18 of 174

Diamond in the Rough Though choice was not given you hold the honor of falling victim to carry the burden of sins cast by others - long before your coming. Those eyes of yours shed life deep into my shadows, wrinkling in love and laughter, or gazing in soulful amazement at this treasure you have found. No precious jewel will... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Why I write: 29 of 254

Why do I write? What makes me reach for the right word or phrase or moment? The very same reasons that cause me not to write. . . the angst and drama of every day living, the thoughts and obsessions I can't outgrow, that which I pray about, my stomach clenched with knots, my chest aching with sorrow, even, sometimes, what fi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sex appeal: 5 of 43
The Masseuse A friend once said, He is a creature of raw abandon, Exuding sexual pheromones Like an animal marking his territory, Making me want to grab him by the hair Pull him into an alley And do it to him, raw, and hard. I laughed, but lacked understanding, Refined tastes had I, No primitive animal Was going to pound his... More..