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I just found out that one of my poems, "Recipe For Success As A Poet", has been accepted for publication in a quarterly, the "Main Street Rag", out of Charlotte, NC. It's a prestigious publication that's been around for about 15 years. It will be published

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Emotional wounds: 1 of 153
This Side of Infinity A dark chasm created itself between your hand and mine. How I longed to follow you, to stay beside you on your journey - inevitable denial left a jagged ache, unanswered, so I thought, those desperate prayers I uttered so faithfully. I cursed shadows that took you until I felt your ascension into lig... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The reason for my tears: 8 of 92
The Echo of What Remains It is the way to soulfulness,this severing of heartsongs,these wretched silenceswhen rhythm deafens our earsto the echo of what remains.We love even harderbecause we have loved before - we gained before we lost,no matter what shades of sorrowgrieving weaveswithin our parched bones.We give abundantly... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Meaning of life: 22 of 162
Tread SoftlyEntangled by the feast, we forget we are spiritsmeant for better things than separation.I imagine your dark eyesas they crease in silent, restrained laughter -we become warriors against a clear blue sky,standing undivided by circumstance; we seek each otherwith ferocity, a subtle edge of guilt frayed by doubt.The ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Angry tears: 3 of 17
Beyond You spilled your pain across the pages of my soul as if it was not indelible ink and the stain might fade one day. It wouldn't. I bore your marks, the scars you left behind as an afterthought. Wearied by your shredding talons, I grew, if only to resent your constant anguish, your unceasing horrors that diminished B... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Moonlight: 6 of 31
Beyond the Pale Moonlight My every sigh is misconstruedfor misery -my silence is mistakenfor surrender -my sudden lack of movementis taken as rebellious sloth.No one understands meexcept pretty strangersbeyond the veil of darkness.I am weary of being treated as though I am something brokenthat needs to be fixed.I grow sullen... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ashes to ashes: 1 of 5
Ashes: When Dust Finally Settles We swathe ourselves with gestures of grandeur, attempting to believe that we are so much more than parchment-thin flesh and boiling, roiling blood. We are loosened souls trapped within arduous skins, struggling to rise.We wrap ourselves tightly to protect us from sulphur visions, fiery essen... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dissatisfaction: 3 of 7
The Folly of Memory He turned away from light, toward dusky silence, unable to digress any further than he already had. She paused in confusion for what might have been lost inside the turning of leaves. She thought she'd heard music caught within his quiet whirlpools; yet, perhaps it was drowning instead. Even when we ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Imagine life without: 48 of 109
I Shall Not Perish Gasping From Grief I shall not perish gasping from grief,the fierce force of its hands cruelly gripping my heart -I shall go on -a little more weary and worn,a little more susceptible to weeping,but stronger from devastation's dearth.I shall not linger in sorrowful shadows,where the lilies only gloom -thei... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: What I'm thankful for: 24 of 53
What I'm Thankful For Sorrow that changes to joy and gratitiude Moments that become fond memories to recall Kindness that is returned by everyone I know Time to do the things that are needed with time left to do what I please Love to last a lifetime and into eternity More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Make the world go away: 4 of 8
Within This Pale Realm Inside this darkling night of slumberless dreams descending, hyacinth wings fold around me. Shivers ache, each agony crevassed by lost dreams; I lack nourishment and guidance within this pale realm of origamic solitude. The moon is sheathed, shudders beneath fog that permeates bitter intentions - I ... More..