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Jim Curtis was born and raised in a small coal mining town in western Pennsylvania where he was influenced by mountains, long winters, football, small-town values, and by people like Lawrence Whittaker, painter, who taught him to see, Keturah Fornear, piano

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mother Nature: 1 of 84
Something Moving Slowly Comes The wind whispers. The tall, ripe grass bends to hear each syllable. The stream's winding waters that all day long giggle like girls gathered to hear one of them tell of the previous night and how he stumbled in confusion, are hushed, intent like girls gathered each imagining hers... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature's seasons: 3 of 159
Autumn Speaks In WhispersAutumn speaks in whisperslike a womansharing secretswith her lover.Winter howls.Summer laughs,curses,brags,boasts of conquests,virgins vanquished,lovers languishing on warm sheets,Summer's voicevibratesceaselessly.Winter mocks.Spring has many voices.I have heard her sobbing,heard her laugh round thro... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Creativity: 2 of 75
The Alchemy Of Dawn There was no valley anymore. It had been absorbed Into a solemn, gray-white sea. Had I not known that there Beneath those churning waters Were fences, barns, and fields, I might have thought those seas Ebbed and flowed above a reef Where gold and glistening gems From foundered ships Lay lost amid the san... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Family memories: 4 of 127
A Matter Of Taste He could not stand sandwiches. He would rather eat dirt. My father was famous for his eating. He would eat more than anybody else of anything as long as he could stick a fork in it and cut it with a knife. I saw him eat vegetables of any description, red meats, white meats, fish, shellfish. I saw him eat ve... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Changing seasons: 2 of 60
SunnandaegIt would be nice to returnto the rainbow daysof approaching spring,feel the surrender in the snow,the lost edge of the cold,and the lengthening light of the day.It was more than the knowingthat winter had passed,more than the promise spring held.Just like the Earth's, my juices were rising,the cloud of my breath th... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Remembering love: 6 of 161
Fairy Tales, Myth, And Magic Snow White, after menopause, her prince, pot-bellied and bald, unable to mount with a single bound his bed let alone sit and ride a muscled horse, sleep in separate rooms, somehow the magic gone. Dopey and the others, residents of an old dwarf's home, lost the mine, the house, their w... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Remembering my grandfather: 1 of 21
Ol' Adam's Gum He was old, not as old as the big oak under whose branches we sat to get out of the noonday heat, but he was older than anyone else I knew. Like the tree's limbs his hands were all knots and lumps, like the tree he was hard and lined and bent, like the tree he had always been there, and I knew in my boy's he... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature's way: 7 of 131
Pippa's Passes, 21st Century The father's hand drew back, his face, a storm's dark cloud. Winds announced the pelting rain, rushed towards the flinching son, and in anticipated pain he winced before the lightening struck. The white pine snapped at thirty feet, its trunk twisted so sharply it could not stand and f... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Loving you: 5 of 60
There Are Few Things Better Than A Truly Good Cup Of Coffee At 5:00 A.M.The coffee is so good this morning.I should write it down,"On July 2, 2009,an otherwise inauspicious day,my morning cup of coffeetasted exceptionally good."Seems remarkable that a thing so minoras a morning cup of coffeewould require such notice.Of the t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Left behind: 7 of 74
Play Yard Behind An Empty House The toddler swing remains intact right down to the safety bar. There are two big swings and hooks for a third that is missing. The seats are wide, flexible straps, soft with rounded edges so they do not hurt. The chains are still covered by the plastic put there to keep from pinching small fi... More..