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Born and raised in Tennessee, I now live in Nashville, the base of operations for my freelance writing and photography. I have way too many interests, but I try to split my time between them anyway, which basically means my sleep pattern suffers. But I can

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Touch: 1 of 21
Touch Me, Tell MeSomething residesDeep inside of each of usLonging to reach out -To touch another,To take a lover orSimply find the friendly presenceIn someone else's soul.We are not whole in isolation,But broken and hidden in placesToo dark and scary to traverse -The chasms of the forgotten -Where rotting hearts lieAnd beat ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Conversation: 2 of 30
Coffee ConversationsI once sat down to have a conversationWith a cup of coffee.We looked at each other in the face,And I saw a view of myselfI have never seen in any other place.I told the cup of coffeeAbout the things weighing on my mind,And the coffee whispered backThat everything would work out,Perhaps not easily, but even... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nostalgia: 4 of 41
I Can No Longer Taste the SeaI can no longer taste the sea.It has ceased to seduce meIn whispered tones of saltiness.Nor can I hear the wavesAs they argue with the piersOver property boundaries.My eyes, strained from searching,Can no longer distinguish the hues of Recreo,And my fingers have forgettenThe texture of pesos.But m... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Memories: 55 of 539
The Cranberries?Some half-forgotten strain reached my ears todayWhispering of you.I could not place the memoryAt first -Time had taped the box too securelyThen mailed it to the other side of the world,Destination unknown.But my curious persistence won out in the end,And the package unfolded before me,Exposing that night,With ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My journey: 5 of 29
A JourneyWith a backpack and a water bottle,I began my journeyWalking the neglected and nearly forgotten pathwaysIn the shadowy backlands of my mind.A vast and open wasteland,Sparse with ideas and truths,Lay directly before me.Its only purpose -To daunt the weary travelerUnset of purpose,Insufficient of will.I am not that tra... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Faith vs. doubt: 5 of 26
Midnight in the Garden of Ambivalence and Gray AreasConfused and occasionally lost,I wander the convoluted labyrinth of life,Trying to resolve two opposed positions.Logic wages war on belief,Both sides wining battles here and there,But both unable to vanquish the other.The result is an aggravated argument in my head.So how do... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Morning: 22 of 106
An Almost Thwarted MorningA uniformly boring gray sky greeted meWith an apathetic "Hi".The sun must have been sick,In bed with the flu,Because he didn't come knocking on my windows,Begging me to get up and play.And by consequence, I was perfectly contentTo stay acostada -Wrapped up -My body in a blanket,My mind in quiet darkn... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Travel: 19 of 72
The End of Time in Vina del Mar, ChileI place my CD of Los Tres on top of my Old Navy t-shirtIn my sister's suitcase -Which some would define as an object that holds,Encloses, a container.But for me it is a hole -A black hole -The means of transport between two alternate worlds.[One I left a long time ago.One I will leave sho... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Weather: 13 of 45
I Won't Judge a Day by Its MorningSometimes the most uniformly grayMorning can turn into the most deceptively beautiful day.So Monday, I accept your rainy disposition,And I will make it my missionTo overpower your pout -To out-smile your shouts.You can rain and rage,But it will just be another pageIn my eternally optimistic n... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark places: 4 of 13
Come Closer... ICome closer, lean, and listenTo the voices in my headThat speak of instigating lifeAnd whisper things I leave unsaid.Hear the emanating rumors of aNameless fear resoundThrough abysmal chasms deepeningTo just contain the sound.Dodge the shattered glass cascadingFrom my head down through my heartThat shreds synt... More..