Writing drains me. It excites me too. Writing offers emotion and the highs and lows of life. Writing means tempting the muses, tricking them into giving up their secret selves in whispers. Writing is elating and embarrassing. Writing humbles the prideful as
+ more bio informationCSENTA. In a land beyond the far Blue Mountains there was a king who had two daughters. One was tall and slim, and all the knights admired her for her beauty and grace. The other daughter was not as tall nor was she as beautiful. The knights never spoke of her. They didn't really ignore he... More..
Write your article INDIAN SUMMER "Sometimes it's just as good to leave things well enough alone. At least that's what two young men in the middle of this century found out!" The wind of an October day blew the fall leaves into swirling ghosts of color. The northern New England hills burned with reds, golds, greens, and yellow... More..
Share the SecretAs I see it, democracy lives and dies on the rule of law and statute. Often, it isn't pretty, and often justice seems unjust. It is a framework maintaining a complex set of values displaying a tapestry attached to that frame made of both wisdom and foolhardiness, political prudence as much as jurisprudence, an... More..
WORLDS DIE DAILY.Bring me the broken hearted,Bring me the tears and shame,Bring me sad desolation,And screams of fear and rage.Bring me the troubled people,Or homeless freezing souls,And I will show you sadness,Panic uncontrolled.Cuz worlds die daily,Unnoticed by the stars,And turmoil rules the vacuum,between lthe earth and M... More..
OK. I've had enough. CNN.com reads today that kids can't name the first president. It also reports that a kid just got over a million points on Guitar Hero.Good for the guitar hero. Is it possible he knows who was the first president? Enough! It seems that few of us are smarter than a fifth grader anyway, but fifth grade was ... More..
Homestead Winter soon, the cold she loved made more the harvest dearAcres spread of green and gold from early spring that year.Rewards so greatly flourished brought forth by her own handShe's made a life worth living culled from a gracious land.From seed she took the trouble to tend the earthen bedsTill labor's love abounded ... More..
The Shrill AlarmOut of a time of darknessRaised by a frozen coldComes the tale of human disasterAnd grief-shattered sleepless souls.Marching, a frightened psycheWorn bare by a nervous lieBleak demons and angels battleAmong those who fight and die.This game of salvation plays outOn the board game of hate and strifeWhere pain-w... More..
InSpite of Ourselves... For a long time in recent years very little has made sense on most days. Today, less makes sense, as if my personal mandate that making sense should be part of the plan. If the lessons of how to deal with natural and human tragedy ever existed, then most were lost in the translation of time from yester... More..
FUTURE HISTORY Perhaps I was lucky. After all, I only had to bear up under small tortures and a rat-infested cell of cold stone. Compared to those who were killed by the Star-Troopers, I was lucky. Perhaps. The way I came to be a prisoner in this dark hole that is the reality of all the worst that the mind imagines a dungeon ... More..
How I Ended Harry PotterIn the darkness of Meadow Meade, Harry turned sharply to avoid his adversary's thrust. His footing tenuous, the wind and rain strong, foul and fierce, Harry faltered, slamming into the soaked grasses.Harry's arm flailed, his wand flying forward, landing plumb upright pointing towards the circling cloud... More..
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