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Joyce Marie Taylor, although originally hailing from New Jersey, has lived in Florida so long that she feels like a native of the state. Consequently, all of her books have Florida themes, aside from Aniratak, which is set in the Outer Banks of North Carolina,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Words: 7 of 260
Billions and billions of words are writtenBy millions of people each dayWords to inform and words to explainAnd words to entice as they maySome can be harsh and wicked and cruelThe pain they inflict is a crimeBut others are tender and loving and sweetProfessing emotion in rhymeThe power they yield is mighty and strongTheir wi... More..
Travel > Travel Diaries & Adventures (Other) Travel experiences: Best road-trip tales: 2 of 46
Stranded on an island! In the middle of a nor'easter!For a down-home, may-as-well-be-a-native Floridian, it was the opportunity of a lifetime for me when I was invited to spend an entire week at the Outer Banks. I've been to the Florida Keys numerous times, the Bahamas about four times, Acapulco once, and also on a weeklong W... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Politics: 8 of 159
AN INAPPROPRIATE DEEDAll you dudes of male persuasionGather round and ye shall hearBring paper and a pencilTake some notes and write them clearThe leader of our countryIs about to make a speechA lesson in moralityHe will attempt to teachThe lesson will be simpleIf you guys are gonna strayPractice your semanticsAnd prepare for... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspirational: 29 of 473
Let no one discourage youFrom following your dreamAllow the critics ample roomTo quash your crazy schemeWrite a book or sail the seaOr jump out from a planeStick to your own master planNo matter how insanePersevere with head held highEmbrace the path you choseFix your eyes upon the goalThrough all the highs and lowsSomeday so... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Falling in love: 50 of 614
Across the vast horizonA special man appearsIt's been a long and lonely timeMy God! So many years!This heart of mine is flutteringMy head is spinning tooMy eyes are sad and misting lightJust like the morning dewThough far away you ventureAs nature you exploreI feel your spirit next to meBut oh how I want moreWe have not met i... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Life: 17 of 163
Is it a man? No! Is it a woman? No! Then, what is it? It's a sicko! Yes, folks, another little story...two, actually.An article I read on a news site a while back prompted memories of days gone by. Two memories in particular stand out. The first time scared the crap out of me!I was in my early twenties and living in a one-lev... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature's seasons: 25 of 159
THE SEASONS OF YOUR LIFELife is full of many stagesAnd from them you must learnSometimes the lessons that are taughtAren't easy to discernEventually you'll get itAnd you'll understand the reasonsWhy nothing stays the same foreverJust like the changing seasonsYour life would be monotonousYou'd treat it as a choreIf every day w... More..
Relationships & Family > Online Dating Tips for success in online dating: 3 of 18
Okay! I admit it! I'm picky! About men, that is. After two marriages, two divorces, two failed living-together arrangements and way too many just-plain-lousy dates, I'm once again single and unattached at the ripe old age of... well, that's not important. The difficulty (for me) in meeting men is: 1) I'm basically a quiet, sh... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Romance: 12 of 62
Unchained HoneymoonDontcha just love it? Omigod! When I first spotted this little gem on Billy Bob's used car lot out on Hillybilly Road over in Boonesboro, well, I just fell in love with it! Boonesboro, by the way, is a sleepy, little town bout twenty miles north o' Earlsville, where I been livin' for the past thirty years o... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Children: 49 of 200
Can you reach into your memoryRecall a certain dollFrom way back in your childhoodWhen you were very smallThe smell of rubber skinWas like a perfume to your noseHow pretty were the pink and lacyThings she had for clothesYou'd put her in the strollerAnd you'd take her for a walkAnd visit with your girlfriendsAs you all would l... More..