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I am a lucky man with a beautiful wife and a beautiful daughter. I hail from a land of ice and snow too many months a year. As long as I can remember I have been in love with words, even if my writing wasn't very good. I retired early becoming bored, so I

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Creative Writing > Memoirs My true garden story: 11 of 298
My true gardening storyThrough out my life I have been involved in gardening, growing everything from a new flower bed to a truck patch. In a one acre patch I always grew enough vegetables for my families and friends to can for the winter and eat fresh vegetables all season. Everyone marveled over squash eighteen inches long ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love is a place where I wanted to be: 1 of 18

Who are you? To have stolen, my heart. Your face brightly adorned Of red, yellow, and green. Living umbrellas, the color of green lining the fair. Comfort and ease, mortar For the cobblestone there. Cafes' of Italia and France flavor The artisan air. The golden orb filters brine Of the sweet bay of blue. Clanging ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Looking in the mirror: 13 of 201

Who do I see in that frame Of shinning glass? The memory is vague-time Has gone and lapsed. The eyes were clear, no ghosts Of worry plaguing through the past. Color faded from the tress When did the auburn come to pass. Last I looked no pain to be seen In the creviced brow. The mirror shows what is gone And the fut... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: A thousand words paint a picture: 1 of 14

Over the past centuries many poets and song writers have written about how, "A picture is worth a thousand words.". Well, what if a thousand words could paint a picture? I believe many pictures have, can, and will continue to be painted by words. Think about the thousand word essay. With those thousand words a masterpiece as... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Your earliest memory: 24 of 310

What is your earliest memory?Many years ago I remember hearing: "Memory begins about age five." I, as do others, have memories prior to the age of five. Some memories prior to the age of five may be inherent as some psychologist suggest, but I can assure you many of us can, and do have memories of actual events in our first y... More..
Society & Lifestyle > Racism How to combat racism in your every day life: 1 of 8

Racism isn't as prominent as when I was a boy growing up in a small northeastern community. The ethnic population, which included all cultures was all but non-existent. When a ethnic family would move to the area they would soon leave under pressure; the KKK was still active. There was one exception to the rule. I went throug... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unspoken: 3 of 23

Aimless nights, hollow rooms. My heart was broken. My soul was dry. Your words still reverberate In my ears. The unspoken words- I saw inside are the reason why. Those which lived Underneath your breath Pull the tears from my eyes. You are gone-I'm still here. Those unspoken words Are the reason why. More..
Other How do I know if I'm born for greatness?: 12 of 82
otherHow do I know if I'm born for greatness"You are so great" We hear these words all the time. But does that mean the person who spoke them wasn't simply thanking us? When someone tells us we are great it is a compliment, an acknowledgment for our help. The world acknowledges Winston Churchill as truly great. What about Co... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suicidal thoughts: 29 of 163

The sun, now barely greynever shines a cheerful day.Just a little slit-the blood will drain,this pain away.There once was much.It has turned and gone away.The almonds odor uponmy breathless tongue.I'll turn the wheel in the mist.One more night-I can not refrain.Mornings light will no longer laugh.A flash of light and cloud of... More..
Society & Lifestyle > Society & Lifestyle (Other) Capturing the moment: 5 of 27

The narrow road wound through the northeastern California country side on a lazy almost surreal day in the fall of the year. The day was gray, coloring everything in an opaque hue, almost like a dream state. At some point we would see an old picnic table leaning against a telephone poll where we would make a right hand turn. ... More..