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Over 90 days ago
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My Eagle

He is so free and majestic as his white head and splayed white tail propel...

It never failed. I was never surprised anymore. I walk out here with my fleece throw, my cup of coffee in hand, and sit on the bench overlooking the lake. Then, without question, there he is, always soaring high above the lake fog. I swear I can see the w...

Her Freedom

Then Megan remembered the nine millimeter.

Megan sat cross-legged on her bed, the math book for her master's program open in her lap, when she heard the gunshot and Freeman's yelp. He had no time to protect or react. Not even the slightest growl. She sprang up from her position and shook uncontrol...

Homeless

There are several more around me. Just like me. Homeless.

Every night, I lay in my cardboard box and listen to the train whistle in the distance. It was a train that I used to ride all the time, but now I am all by myself in a little square area that I call my own. I guess I should not say alone. There are sever...

Protecting Jessica

Jessica's cute tender face peeked out from under her sheets as Hannah...

Hannah looked out the window of her high rise New York apartment over to Liberty Island. The Statue of Liberty was delicately lit as it stood gracefully in place, protecting citizens. The haze of the cool night drifted around the grand lady giving her a h...

Herself

Before she knew it, Janie found herself in one of her former hiding spots.

Janie turned onto the old gravel road and stopped. The old cruel memories she left thirty years ago came flooding back and made her almost turn around and head back to New York to beg for her job she had just quit a week ago. At that time, she felt it was...

Letter to Auntie

I'd love for you to see me right now as I write this letter.

The morning pond fog wrapped around the dock as it jutted out into it with peaceful serenity. Alicia Faye stood on the end of the dock and felt the pond fog's mist slowly drift around her bare ankles, stinging them with little needle prick droplets. She s...

Watching for Daddy Through the Store's Bay Window

Momma did not know the real reason as to why I always kept looking out the window.

The old cars all pass by in minute intervals as I stare out the bay window of what is now my Momma's old country store. Red ones, blue ones, gray ones, and white ones all motor by at almost a snails pace. It makes me smile to watch them with a hopeful fee...

The warmth of my bare bodySmothers yoursAs you lay there tenderlyUntil the fairySprinkles sleepIn your eyes. My fingers intertwineWith yoursAs our hearts beatThe only spoken wordsWe hearAs we lay in a peaceful heap. The rhythmic poundingFrom the sweet mus...

She likes to run with the horses in the pasture. As the wind blows through their manes, She feels it blow gently through hers. She can feel the ground vibrate From their hooves trampling the land Where they roam and graze As freely as they can. She loves...

The Lost Voice

Acelynn could not wait to continue waking up to Jagger. It was for what she lived.

They had the kind of love everybody wished to have. It was the kind where words unspoken between them told on their faces. One look and they knew what each other was thinking.Acelynn met Jagger when she was twenty-one. Jagger was twenty-eight. They dated...

Togetherness Again

Taylor began to wonder if somehow, he had come to his senses.

"I knew I'd find you here. Taylor, you've got to learn to let go. It doesn't matter how many times you visit, she's not coming back.""Don't you know I know that, Kaley! God, you don't have to keep reminding me!" Taylor answered in an angered voice."Taylor...

Grand Canyon Homecoming

As I looked out at the views that we passed, something looked vaguely familiar. . .

Vacations were far and few between for this family, so when Daddy had a chance to take one, he jumped at it. I cannot remember the last time we took one. But then again, I am only eleven.I was sitting in the back seat of our old beat up jet black Volvo St...

The Ocean

The Ocean

The ocean's wavesCall out your nameEach time They crash to the shore.The beating voiceFrom nature's ployReverberates softly Filling my lost soul.The rushing soundKeeps hammering downMemories put away Long ago.The receding wakeNever gives and only takesAwa...

His Lily

His Lily: A poem with an underlying meaning.

White,Full of life on a dewy morningThe blossom heavy with the droplets of crisp air.Peaceful,The velvety petal glistens gracefullyIn the slow cool of the sunrise.Swaying,The slender stem moves gentlyAs the breeze blows quietly around it.Alone,Surrounded...

The Truth About Garnette

In that moment, I knew the original story changed. . .

I The silos were all so visible as I traveled the road taking me to the Ketler’s farm. Like giant missiles, they rose into the air like tin gods ruling the very ground that grew the grain they were meant to hold. Not only were they the only edifices on th...