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Kathy Stemke has a passion for writing, the arts and all things creative. She has a B.S. from Southern Connecticut State University and Covenant Life Seminary, as well as graduate coursework from New York Institute of Technology and Columbia University. Hanging

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Words: 7 of 260
Every word has a certain destiny. Some, dark and cancerous, destroy you. Others, thieves, rob your serenity. Carefully calculated, deceptive words do harm, righteous on the outside, inside they have a heart of fear. Filter words of separation and elitism, words that divide nations and people. prejudice always brings death. G... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Faith: 12 of 277
You are my living space, My breathing air. You are in me, I am in You In Christ, my hiding place. You are my safe harbor I rest in your mercy I float in your embrace Safe in Christ, my hiding place. You are my hope, my vision My destiny is in your hands Your mysteries unfold to me Inspired in Christ, my hiding place. You are... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: The Fourth of July mystery: 5 of 42
THE FLAG THAT VANISHED Suspects: Mrs. Cowel Tori Carter Mr. Beard Mr. Matthews It was the last Eagle Scout meeting before the July 4th parade, and the winner was soon to be announced. Mike was so excited that his hands were sweating and he felt as if he was going to jump right out of his skin. He hoped that his display of th... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs True gardening stories: My loved one and my garden: 14 of 53
It had been two years since my family's migration to the North Georgia Mountains, and we were struggling to make our new lawn and garden worthy of praise. Since the builder used the worst grass seed in the world, we had more weeds than grass. In fact, we had more dandelions per square foot than anyone else in our subdivision... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dancing: 33 of 121
The mirror of my soul reflects deep within my core. Dance with unconcious roots from the murmur of blood is born. A moment captured in time, expanding rays of light, space, soaring beyond earth's grip imagination takes a visible place. An innate force must be released, communes with God and transcends life's trials, joys, si... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Empty stage: 3 of 11
AN EMPTY STAGE Coiled torso frozen on an empty stage, a living sculpture trapped and placed with no gown of tulle to hide her age but with weeping knees below her waist. Framed in light her insides groan with pent up passion poised for release, she now waits long and alone for rhythm to carry her into peace. But I remember h... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: My father: 68 of 143
Looking for a better life in a new and prosperous land, his parents entered America through Ellis Island with thousands of others. Ralph was born into this loving, Italian American family nearly a hundred years ago. Growing up in New York City in the twenties and thirties, he often had fistfights to defend his six sisters or... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: I love ballet: 2 of 4
As I climb the very steep and narrow staircase, the familiar notes echoing from the piano become amplified and crystal clear. Those familiar notes pierce my heart and release feelings of nostalgia and excitement as I anticipate the day's ballet class. Will today's class be the same as yesterday or will someone master a pirou... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Childhood memories: 250 of 391
A Child's Christmas Memory I remember, I remember, the Christmas days of old, when tiny lights and tinsel hung on greenery untold. The night before I tossed and turned, and sleep was not my friend. Awake, I counted stars and stars, and seconds to the end. I tiptoed down the stairs at dawn, so careful not to wake, the house o... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Christmas worship: 6 of 6
Christmas Worship His love split open skies of old. Glory and light reigned down untold. For Christ Himself, His light would bring, To all the earth, my God and King! Kings followed their hearts and bright stars. Poor shepherds traveled from afar. His gown of glory all would see, A living light to set men free. Announcing th... More..