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Moving from each second to each minute to each hour and then to every year in our lives we form
Read morePoetry is a genre of literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.
Winds of Change The winds about me, blowing free and wild, summon a change, that is soon to come. Steely
Read moreThe Wagon Crashed and Burned … Alcoholism hits home to so many families. This is so personal for me,
Read moreIn the Morning When I Create I. Mornings I Create Usually dark when my feet hit the cold
Read moreImagination Imagination, This moment captured Etched forever in time By the flickering flames in your eyes Blues and greens and
Read moreTribute to My Colleagues … I write this humble tribute To my friends at TCE, The colleagues who inspire me
Read moreHow aware are we to the unconscious thoughts and drives that lead life to such devoted compliance with the norm.
Read moreFor almost 20 years I lived in Western South Dakota. It is the land of extremes from the rolling gold-laden
Read moreIf you are human, most people know the difference between right and wrong. And if you are lucky enough to
Read moreThe Gravity of the Situation 1. Gravity in our lives. A trifold of a science fair project sits firmly on
Read moreChange of Season … When did the days, become so very short? When did time go by so quickly?
Read moreIt is too easy to experience life blinded, accepting that those who represent us, who supposedly protect and nurture us
Read moreHave you ever met someone so special that you felt you have known them forever? It is not like you
Read moreFailing, Shaming, Trying, and Bullying … My apologies and sympathies for those who have PTSD from childhood trauma from failing
Read moreTo Get Ready for the New School Year 1.) The First Day of School Little excited? Ok…jumping off the walls
Read moreIt baffles me to no end that people hate it when others they know seemed to have found inner
Read moreI believe angels appear in our every day, be they, helpers, observers or silent support. We may find them in
Read moreHiding Within Surreal Spaces I. First Surreal Space “The fury of concrete irrationality…” Salvador Dali To begin when I awoke
Read moreI Wore My Feelings on My Sleeve I wore my feelings on my sleeve Displayed for all to see.
Read moreSooner or later a poet, or at least some of us, return to nature for inspiration. It is truly an
Read moreI stand before the last door, knowing not what is behind it, the autumn or the winter, whether I should
Read moreA Place of love … (Just a little fun I wrote for “my” boy.) Place; It surely does mean a
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