• The dark chasm
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      There is a dark chasm in the groundHere, on the wrong side of town Beyond the precarious edgeI cannot see a safe landing ledge The black abyss is bottomlessAnd fiendishly fathomless As I peer across the boundless crackI wonder about life’s widening trackWill I ever be able to find my way back?
  • A tree that's half in winter, half in spring
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    Time to rouse the earth and get ready for Spring!
  • Darkness
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    Beyond the dark Where there is no light The days and nights Are frightfully stark  Where the mind is blind To the buried inner plights And void of any hindsight 
  • Two heads one with ideas the other questions
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    New story ideas are one of the best moments in a writer’s life. It’s a new adventure to take, new lessons to learn, and new characters to meet. You feel alive, like you can’t wait to see how the story will unfold. Where do you start? Here are a few places that are fun to ...
  • The Twilight Moon
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    I stand within the Twilight ZoneBetween pitch black and home Here in no man’s landListening to the Last Post from the bandstand I am not scared, nor do I feel aloneThe deep grayness glows like black chrome Bathed in droplets of moon rainThe tapestry’s dampness melts into the fading plain As I wander above my ...
  • gravel path through the mountains
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    Life would be simple if every task was a straight line from A to B. The paths ahead are clear, with no forks or decisions to be made about the direction to follow. Alas, reality is more complex. More often, every problem involves multiple solutions and requires us to make complicated decisions. Success does not ...
  • feet of sleeping person
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    What have you learned from the School of Life?
  • paper, pen, coffee mug
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    A poem about my new year's resolution to step out from the shadows and write what I love.
  • sun at the horizon with vegetation below and sky above.
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    I walk hypnotically In slow motion Toward the unreachable horizon Lured by a shimmering mirage Lying between the wavering sky And the quivering ground  The datum points  Where sunset plunges down And the world’s golden eye Loses her crown   Mesmerized  I mindfully turn my back On nightfall’s widening crack Until my weary eyes  Awaken to hear the sound Of moon shadows  Haunting her sacred ground 
  • A Christmas table featuring bread, peppermint, string casserole, roast, pie cake, pinecones, holy berries and mac and cheese.
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    It’s Christmas day, and as the kids grumble about the gifts they didn’t receive, you’re in the kitchen, surrounded by the sharp aroma of minced onions while completing the repetitive task of removing the thick, robust skin of the potatoes. The kitchen is filled with the pungent and sweet fragrance of herbs as the flavors ...