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Submissions to this category are generally told in the first person and cover personal reflection, autobiographies and memories of the past. Rather than focusing on factual accounts, memoirs are more a recollection of moments in time that were either vivid or unique to the author.

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A Dirty Weekend in the Congo

Do you like being damp for several hours, people touching your butt and grabbing you, until you find yourself eye to eye with a most magnificently handsome male?   “Fancy a dirty weekend in the Congo?” he asked. “I have an extra space if you want to join me. I know you’ll be in Bwindi next week so you can pop across the border with me as there is space on the charter”. I couldn’t...Read On

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Promise Kept

Today is going to be tough on me as I collect Marcie's clothes. All of my local friends say it's time, and I keep telling myself to donate so others will get needed clothes and coats. They asked if I needed friends to help, but foolish me said, "No, I'm good." Really, I'm good?? Starting in our upstairs bedroom, yes ours. Opening her dresser. Stacking clothes on the bed. Our bed. Casper...Read On

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My Waterman Roller Ball

A man's tools reflect his life

Sometimes one hesitates to tell a personal story because it exposes the authenticity of a person. If you’re a member of my family, or a colleague of mine, you’ve heard me tell parts of this story in person. You’ll know my secret identity when you read this and you’ll hold secrets to my other stories that my pseudonym disguises. And I will not know who you are and that’s unsettling to me....Read On

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Danegyth's lament

The lament for the death of King Harold

 

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Rahab's Red Book: further discoveries

The lovers seek shelter from the storms to come

Sarah's comments on the similarity between myself and Rahab, the memoirist whose book I had discovered in Istanbul, gave me pause for thought. Could it possibly be that there was a connection between the woman and myself? It seemed unlikely. From what I had read so far, she was a lesbian, and therefore unlikely to have had children; so I began to dismiss the thought. Then I got another call...Read On

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Smiling Brown Eyes

I look into your eyes Your beautiful smiling brown eyes With warmth and promises  That touch my soul They sparkle like stars with love They tell me everything is good I can be me without worry You are on my side always I see and feel the love In your beautiful smiling eyes...Read On

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Teaching of time

As a small child, I was taught Each thing has a reason The wind talks Silence speaks Open your mind Believe in yourself Time has no measure No distance is too far See with your eyes Then feel with your heart Things are not always As first known There are many colors of the rainbow     ...Read On

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Another Visit To The E.R.

A true Story

So here I am limping my way into the local ER. It was a typical bar fight, and as a bouncer, I had to intercede. The antagonist decided to flee before the police arrived and I decided to chase and hold him. In the semi-darkened street I misjudged the height of the curb and stumbled, but I ignored the pain in my foot and kept moving. I caught him and walked him back to the front of the bar...Read On

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Smiles

Smile Let your passion show Tell me the secrets That touch you   Take it slow and easy Let our souls unite   Sing to me The song I love Let us dance And hold each other tight   Open your heart Feel me there Smile for me I promise to take care        ...Read On

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Holding on

Memories everywhere. I used to try and put them away or keep them safe, Not sharing. Such a part of me. Making me who I am. What my life has become. Doesn't mean I can't make new ones. I can share them all.   Never ending memories, I have not lost.   In a thousand different ways, never will I forget. Forever missed and always loved.  Memories I hold on    ...Read On

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Missing him

My arms long to hold him Fingertips to touch him tenderly With laughter and tears  I miss him so I will not let the tears fall He asked me not to cry Until he could hold me close And make me smile He is my madman Owns my heart and soul So I wait to be together To let the tears flow Some days like today I miss him more  ...Read On

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Let's dance

Hear the music playing Feel it in your soul Taken me in your arms  Look into my smile Hold me very close Sing to me the song The one that makes me smile Even when I trip at times Hold me that much tighter One dance or more The two-step or just to sway It really doesn't matter We let the music take us When you and I are dancing We hear it with our souls    ...Read On

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Baby Steps

Today was a break At least that is what was told To stand on my own two feet I hold my head up high Not very tall Four foot and eleven But feeling very bold Ooh how tall I feel  As I push my left weight forward A simple baby step Knowing there will be more One step at a time Walking will come again As I did once before Baby steps  I push forward  ...Read On

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Fake It And Make It

I sat for weeks doing very little. Watching the events replay in my mind again and again. People were very kind but how can you talk about being attacked when you only tried to help and a kid that did it. The events came over and over. The knife.The blood. The screams. The pain. The last three had been from me. I looked at my bloody arm. I could feel the broken ribs. My hip would take...Read On

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Sleeping

The grunts and sounds he makes  While getting settled Before he starts to snore Makes me smile  Even laugh out loud  Knowing I love him so When he hears my voice He reaches out to me My words calm him Like they always do I lay and watch him sleep A beauty to behold It touches my heart and soul To know the love he has He gives to me alone  ...Read On

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The origins of Rahab's Red Book

How the Red Book was written

Getting the contents of the Red Book back to London was exciting, as it gave the experts at the British Library a chance to order them. There were ten volumes in all. The leaves had been bound in red Spanish leather, and to judge by the state of the bindings, had hardly been read. The curators said it was likely they had been bound after each section had been written and then put away by...Read On

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The Diary Of The Forgotten Child

Another day in paradise, I woke up to sky’s of grey, unusual, as the weather seemed unforgiving these past few days, guess this was our day off. A calm breeze creeps through the cracks of my walls, almost greeting me with an enthusiastic grin, as though to say with a chipper demeanor,  “Have a nice day”. As I make my way out, the sun’s presence is made known, the clouds, though shielding...Read On

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Rahab's Red Book

A discovery in an Attic

During a visit to Istanbul, I had occasion to meet a colleague in an old Ottoman era town house near the Hagia Sophia, the great Basilica built by the emperor Justinan the Great in the sixth century of the Christian era. She was a member of the Maronite Christian community from Syria, and worked, undercover, for Mossad, the Israeli Secret Service. Elena, the old woman who owned the house and...Read On

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Too Young To Know The Difference

A Little Too Close

Long about 1952, as a five-year-old, one day Dad, Uncle Stan and Uncle Vern were making a dump run and the back of the truck was filled with garbage. Two or three of us kids were invited to go along. I’m sure it wasn’t an invite from Dad but most likely from Uncle Stan who was much more appreciative of youngins. The adults were in the cab, and us kids jumped in the back, on top of the crap...Read On

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Daddy's girl

I dedicate this poem to my wonderful dad.

Two fifteen one morning To everyone's surprise My daddy took me in his arms And looked into my eyes   It was twenty-eight years ago If I go back to the start Dad cuddled up his newborn girl I already won his heart   At five years old he made me laugh On horseback, we would play If I fell off, he would pick me up To ride another day   At fourteen years my father said I filled...Read On

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Always With Me

I look for you Then I see You're always  All around me The soft kiss Of dew on leaves The bright sun That shines with energy The tender sunset As the day relaxes Day to night Night to day Always with me In your loving ways Sounds and smells Remind me how near you are A smile A memory  A feeling I have A heartbeat away You're with me always  ...Read On

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Walled City

Night falls when it seems I am alone, and I know all those things I have learned need to be remembered for the future, more especially the truth and not those lies that can be found in-between most things like blue on black, or black on blue. As I stand here in what seems to be a courtyard in a city of shadows where sound can be heard echoing off the dark tiles and enclosed by dark walls...Read On

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The plane...

Yesterday, I was surfing the net while I saw a job post at the airport. I have already applied before, but hearing no news. Despite that, I applied again hopelessly. When I studied at the university, I dreamed of working at the airport while my fellows were talking mostly about teaching and how to be a good teacher. After my graduation, I was full of life and determined to achieve my goals...Read On

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Dance of flies

they came and danced

What did I  see first . It was the flies, as they danced in the pools of blood. Nurses hurry about they are the final hope for the wounded .  And the flies wait to start the dance once more. As foolish children we played war.  Funny as I think back there was no flies.  Maybe the flies knew  playing war  brings  no blood. Each hour each day blood spilled pooling on the floor.  And each day...Read On

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Magical snow

The air is still The warmth Tender and strong I know before I look outside The snow has come No movement at all No sound Just snow falling And feelings of love With tears that must not fall The smiles and words The happiness we share as one Knowing always and believing Just like a magical snow We have a magical love  ...Read On

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A Veterans Memory

yellow smoke swirling ahead

A Veterans Memory  the wop wop of rotors in the clearing up front  yellow smoke swirling ahead the sing sing of lead flying around you  and your mates  welcome to a firefight as you bring out your wounded ....... never leave anyone behind  God Bless all that have worn a   Country's uniform...Read On

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A day in the life of a farmer part 1

This is a glimpse of a days work on a farm

The farm where I am currently working has a milking herd of around 50 milking cows, consisting of British Friesians and Dairy Shorthorns. We also have a few beef animals on the farm, which will eventually get sold at the market when they reach around 20 months old. The beef breeds that we have on the farm are British Blues (or Belgian blues) and Aberdeen Angus. Also the male calves from...Read On

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Misery Loves Company

As a parent, you warn your kids about the dangers of the world.  Hopefully, they grow up safe and sound, after heeding your good advice. I had managed to do just that, I raised three boys to their mid-twenties and they are good men.  I proudly passed on my sense of humor and sarcastic outlook on life to them. I was not aware that I had passed on one other thing.  The idea that if you are...Read On

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Remembering a Semester of College

This story starts at the beginning of my senior year at Kent State. I was majoring in Physics and I was taking some high level courses. At the start of my second to the last semester before I was scheduled to graduate I was taking Electro-magnet Theory I (which I loved), Introduction to Quantum and Atomic Theory (which I also loved) and Physical Thermodynamics (which didn't love me).  I...Read On

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Learning to Fly

Dear Dad, I should have done this so much sooner but I am a procrastinator as you well know. Sharing my thoughts with you now is the very least I can offer. Soon you won't remember my words and perhaps not even my face. Fate is cruel, stealing your memories but leaving your body healthy and intact. From the time I was little I always felt safe with you. We had so much fun and not always...Read On