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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

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The masks we wear: 5 of 191

"Undone" Slowly he unraveled bandages of facades and bravely peeled apart the cracked layers of his contrived persona, exposing his darkness in all its authenticity feeling vulnerable... then free by becoming undone.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dreams: 35 of 591

"Dreams" Dreams are like smoke-spheres that rise up from the fire burning fast with vitality then slowly morphing to blackened ash with smoke-filled cinders that refuse to let go of life - struggling to exist, even in vapors that float up to the stars.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Snow: 11 of 184

"Snowflakes" Snowflakes transform the abandoned homes into white covered beauties and make the silence of the night an intoxicating delight.
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Conflict: 1 of 10

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...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fear: 33 of 283

"FEARS" Entire armies Of fears and phobias Can exist in people's minds Rendering them cowards Who avoid life And abort their own growth With fright That consumes An obscene amount of time. Whole lives Are too often spent Devoted To avoiding a confrontation With truth that is waiting To be embraced. Instead, their energies Ar...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Gambling: 2 of 17

"IT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU" Each day he plays the lottery game Hoping his ticket will bring fortune and fame But the winning numbers flash on the screen And there are no matches to be seen He sighs and throws the tickets in a bin He cries, "Maybe tomorrow I'll win!" The tomorrows come and go Yet his hopes continue to grow Each ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The sun: 7 of 59

Poetry Channel: The Sun A Haiku Mammoth sunflowers bathing in the warm sunbeams ...bulldozers nearby
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Depression: 80 of 630

(RE: Poetry: Depression) Senryu Depression deepens... only my kitten and bed offer me solace.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Saying goodbye: 57 of 419

Poetry Channel: Saying Goodbye Senryu Beside your coffin I kneel and kiss your cheek...how can I say: "goodbye"?
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Alarm clocks: 12 of 74

"Astral Traveler" Astral traveler sojourning through the cosmos in my early morning dreams embracing the sky becoming one with the stars! Crashing abruptly on a bed of earthly demands as the alarm clock whines, invading the sacred silence It is too often that I am awakened.