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A single mom again, I have had quite a life so far, not even 50 yet. I do not have degrees, not a professional anything, i just write. I just live it and write about it.
There is so much diversity, and things I have experienced, there are things I could not

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nighttime blues: 6 of 159
I fall asleep exhausted.my days of summer are ripe and full,yet you have not come toshare the feast.late summer now, fall nearbythe rains begin falling first.then a maverick north wind comesat last-herald of the changes to come.Let me be the applethat you pick from the treebite into the mysterylet it become part of youas you ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Eyes: 15 of 151
your eyes were timeless,mirroring my soul.you never said you wanted me;your eyes another tale told.it was your gaze that made me turn,around in the grocery aisle;that first time you stared at memade me think of you awhile-your eyes would lock with mine,anywhere that we would meet;and the world around us went awaylike magic, w... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I am a woman: 5 of 48
The Mystery That Is Woman I stand alone, the link between the past and the future; sacred bridge. Feared by men, respected by women; who see the witch, the shaman, the mystic; who know my eyes have eyes. I stand out outside, moving under the canopy of trees, listening to the breath of life from them, Hawk sits abo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: In my dreams: 27 of 214
In my dreams,a different world we live in;where you and I can meet,where no prying eyes andbusy tongues will speak;in my dreams,we go out togetherjust like a normal pairnear, far, and everywherein my dreams.in my dreams,no need to be pretending thatbeing friends is enough;I've had it with that stuff,in my dreams.in my dreams,... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Struggle: 5 of 32
Struggle. All my life I have known nothing less.At this very moment, My life has entered another drought. A literal drought as well; no rain in my area for months. The grass crunches, the plants are sad and withering, the trees are stressed. The heat has arrived early, seeming to skip Spring this year, and engulf us with the ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Letting go: 36 of 204
At firstin disbelief, I wassurprised, shocked, stunnedyou dropped off my radarjust like that.No explanation.No easy answer.the sound of a page turning.I waited like one who waits in hopekept your things for youdared to call you-but only once.you were not thereor were there, but were not theredoesn't matter;funny how something... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I am not: 4 of 21
LEAVE A MESSAGEI am not here, I went awayDo not look for me today.Don't ring my cell, don't send emailor try to find me, you will fail.the house is empty, curtains blowwhere i have gone nobody knows.the car is parked, under the treesit will not go, there are no keys.and work goes on, as it willof it I have also had my fill.yo... More..
Politics, News & Issues > Presidential Elections 2008 Is McCain provoking racism at his political rallies?: 2 of 10
Yes; a war hero does not a wise man make, apparently.Politicians know the power of the word, and how to use that power to create and unite, or divide and destroy. McCain uses it to destroy and divide. Win, at any cost.These difficult times speak for themselves, many people are in serious trouble, and many more people are foll... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Secret love: 36 of 170
His words were powerful the first time I listened,he knew how to command attention.He walked straight and tall, with confidencean aura surrounded him, a magnetism so strongI could not help but be distracted, at first;theni shook his hand, my flesh to his flesh:what a shock! A literal shock. Alarming,amazing, so surprised was ... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Love: 26 of 109
One handshake, and my life changed. One handshake, one electric jolt that coursed through my very soul, opening my eyes, the eyes hidden to the world; the eyes that really see. So surprised was I, I turned to my mother, and asked her, Did you feel that? She looked at me quizzically, then suspiciously: feel what? Nothing, I qu... More..