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I live in Central Wisconsin in an area that is frequented by tourists. It is Nature's secret that I have found in my later years. I was born in Italy, but grew up in Chicago. One of my favorite writers growing up was MIke Royko, who wrote for the Chicago

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: It's time: 2 of 49

These four grey walls hold a thousand secrets from a thousand raspy voices lost in nonsense schemes that lead to impotent dreams, as mine are no different in my cell counting the minutes I never cared about before, while the faint footsteps echo with a solemn tone as the prelude to a sad opera, and I hear the guard announce ...
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Saying goodbye: 1 of 23

I could never please my father. No matter what I did, I did it wrong in his eyes. When I needed a compliment from him, he would stay silent and walk away.I didn't know what that meant. I didn't know if he was proud of his only son, the last to carry on his family name. I would hurt, then I would get angry, and then I would b...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Relationships: 5 of 89

Dull rain on a slow night, I seem so far away from you I pull out your picture from my pocket and I start to view The one face, the one heart that causes my whole world to shine This night passes quicker then, knowing that your heart is mine Dull rain on a slow night I shut my eyes to find you there A smile, warm and soft yo...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Loneliness: 3 of 46

Some days when I'm missing her so badly Those days I just want to stay in bed Some days I got no reason to be living Those days I really wish that I were dead Some days my best friend is in a bottle Giving me the courage that I need Then I pick up the phone to call her I set it down, instead watch my heart bleed (Chorus) The...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sexuality: 1 of 13

She walked the sandy beach line confident and nude She crept past lovers kissing so as not to disturb their mood. She passed a young man fishing who smiled, relaxed and warm She spied a hurried sand crab make preparation for a storm. She marveled at the moon's reflected image on the sea Then pondered for a moment on her own ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love never found: 1 of 13

Year after year she would wait among the pages of stories told, of those that search and find the magic, that love can only bring, and fill two people with lives complete. As each new page brought the end of a another story, she would sigh, for she was one love never found.
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Strangers: 1 of 10

I watched her as she shopped. I pretended to do so also. This gave me time to study her. It was a chance meeting, and to see her was pure coincidence. She was pretty in a way that others might not notice. Her hair done in a youthful style, although you could see the lines of age creeping up on her face. She moved swift and d...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Horror: 21 of 208

At thirty nine years of age, he could not believe the good fortune he had in finding this beautiful, secluded tract of land. Why by all accounts, the closest neighbors were more than forty miles away, and as far as his eyes could see, there were trees and thick forests, and all the wildlife they harbored. Though Spring had j...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Laundry: 3 of 24

Sometimes in my elegant life when I feel above the mundane wife I'm quickly brought down to one knee when I see the pile of dirty laundry. The hamper feasts on all the clothes left for it to decompose, until I hear the other's plea to wash the dirty laundry. If there is one thing I have learned to say, laundry never goes awa...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Foolish desire: 2 of 16

If I were young, it could explain how in my heart I could attain a feeling so long cast aside no one to tell, nor to confide. So deep I fell into your eyes, I tossed aside your pretty lies. Trusted words so softly spoken, secure my heart would not be broken. Before I learned you were a liar, I surrendered to my foolish desire.