Christine McGuigan-Bruness is a published author and artist who has been a creative free spirit her entire life. She lives in New Jersey with her beloved husband, Richard, and their two cherished cats: Daisy Love and Shadow Rose. The couple created a small
+ more bio information"There's a Mystery"There's a mystery...about meThat I am not willing to tellOthers see what they want to seeBut there's more to me than my shellI am judged by the way I lookBranded a "misfit" and a "whore"But I can't be an open bookI won't reveal my inner coreI won't apologize for being meNor will I explain myself to youI was... More..
"Dreams"Dreams are like smoke-spheresthat rise up from the fireburning fast with vitalitythen slowly morphingto blackened ashwith smoke-filled cindersthat refuse to let go of life -struggling to exist,even in vaporsthat float upto the stars. More..
Essays: Conflict"SAVING OUR SEAS, ONE JELLYFISH AT A TIME"Observations on Beach Behavior at the Jersey Shore "That thing is ugly!" A tan, blonde, woman with a prominent gold cross around her neck yelled. She and her two blonde, tan children joined in the "festivities" of using broken sea shells to stab a jellyfish that the ti... More..
"The Phantom In The Puddle"I saw you today at duskSwirling inside a puddle of memories -Memories I had long packed away for charityAnd offered to the needy ghosts.I clicked my mind on cruise controlTo avoid another humiliating crashBut my heart is too alive!It overpowered my being and I reached outI tried to touch you,The pha... More..
"Undone"Slowly he unraveledbandages of facadesand bravely peeled apartthe cracked layersof his contrived persona,exposing his darknessin all its authenticityfeeling vulnerable...then freeby becoming undone. More..
Four Mystical HaikuRaven-haired fairycurled up with a black kittenin the daisy patch.By the peonies,a black-haired fairy restsnestled in pink blooms.Scarlet-haired fairiesdancing under the moonlightglowing with vigor.The pond at midnight~the fairy's light flickeringrouses the sleepy puss. More..
"IT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU"Each day he plays the lottery gameHoping his ticket will bring fortune and fameBut the winning numbers flash on the screenAnd there are no matches to be seenHe sighs and throws the tickets in a binHe cries, "Maybe tomorrow I'll win!"The tomorrows come and goYet his hopes continue to growEach ticket hid... More..
(RE: Poetry: Depression)SenryuDepression deepens...only my kitten and bedoffer me solace. More..
Poetry Channel: Mountain ClimbingSenryu #420Climbing the mountainseam of his pants splits openlaughter avalanche! More..
Poetry Channel: Saying GoodbyeSenryuBeside your coffinI kneel and kiss your cheek...howcan I say: "goodbye"? More..
Christine Bruness
Lyndhurst, New Jersey US
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