There once lived a little girl, named Anastasia in a tiny village. Her soft silky hair harmonized with her smooth black skin. Her sparkly big blue eyes filled with innocence and love; one could only see and get lost in the sight of hope. Her life appeared picture-perfect. A father who loved her dearly. A mom who was always ready to listen. Older brothers protected and treated her like glass. Everything felt ideal, but A...

The essence of democracyis that a person never beafraid to freely speak what’s in their heart. A blessing of democracyis that an artist can be freeto fearlessly create a work of art. There was a time not long agowhen any citizen did knowhow precious was the right to free expression. But that is not the case today civility has waned awaysociety has undergone regression. The rules have changed in recent years.it’s animus, h...

“I hate you!” she cried; her temper as fiery as her hair. “I don’t wish to punish you, but to keep you safe!” he said sadly. “I lost your Mother to the land; I cannot bear to lose you, too!” Her misery broke his heart, but his duty was to protect her. Eventually, contempt grew heavy in her heart. Accepting fate, she reached for her father’s hand. “I love you!” she cried as their hands joined. Suddenly, the barrier dissipa...

Jaundiced views of political moves shatter the credibility. Tattered news can only prove maundered fallibility. Sauntered news casually eschews truthful probability.   Journalistic hubris, as portrayed by the Righteous few. Is liberalism the reason for the Red, White, and Blue? The newspaperman always printed and painted. The news itself was always tainted. In 1776, a shot was heard; first fired by the printed word!   Fre...

Wind thrashed through my hair. The currents lifting us. The glistening scales rubbed through my pants as I sat upon the saddle. I was finally free of man's expectations and exhortations. Flames seered through the bite of winter, and we flew onward. There our destiny awaited and nothing meant more, except the bond we shared. We are one, and as one we are many. From here to eternity, Man and Dragon shall be as one.   

To me you are wonderful So kind and caring Who would do anything to help a friend I think of you as my rock and confidant Which is why this is so very hard And hurts so much Its been brought to my attention That I am holding you back Restricting your freedom And monopolizing your time Sure this could be pure jealousy But just in case it is not, I made a decision. I've always been told That if you love something You need t...

She was lost in the maze for so many years. Entering was a mistake, a blunder. She shouldn't pay with the rest of her life. She's paid so much as it is. Lost in the maze. But every labyrinth has both entryway and exit. She must look, discover the ladder. None may call it cheating. It's her life to live. She must climb her ladder, find her escape. Discover the way to be free. Smell the air of the new day to come. It's fres...

 Long, long time ago, a young scholar arranged to marry his lovely betrothed. Everything was well prepared on schedule. When the day came, the bride to be-she got married to someone else. He was fallen apart at the seams and very sick. His parents tried so hard to raise his spirit up. Watching their only son nearly at his last gasp, they felt so impotent.  By that time, a monk learned of the circumstance. He decided to he...

Morning was my favorite time of day, sitting with a good cup of coffee, listening, watching the world awaken. This Friday morning, I sat in the dunes overlooking the Pacific Ocean, my coffee cup in hand. I thought I would winter over in San Francisco by couch surfing with friends. The same friend had offered me a temporary job at her framing shop. I strove to get up and out of the house before they awoke. It just seemed c...

Let me see if I still can,Utter my words the old-fashioned wayWrite my stories at the old deskSpeak my languageEat my own foodDrink when I wantSleep when I wantEngage any ideology for the heck of itLove until my limbs acheCry until morningWake up in the middle of nightAnd scribble down my feelingsDance and do what ICannot imagine anymore, neat on the streets,Early in the morning,With a cup of water,Hunched with a pleasant...

Glitter water flowingSun flecks on her skinDancing with the riverAs graceful as a nymphFree from care and troublesSmooth unfurrowed browThe visage of an angelWhose serenity is foundOn land her heart weighed heavyLife’s burdens bearing downAfloat, her tresses streamingDressed in her aqueous gownMoving with the currentCleansed of tragic stainWatching her is joyfulRelinquishing her painCelebrate her solaceAs tranquilly she g...

Through the meadow she softly tread; Her bruised and broken body bled;Careful to weave to and fro, no droplets left behind to show; The path she took for her escape, on the night of her brutal rape;He was passed out drunk once again; and didn't stir as she crept from him;She'd waited 'til the dead of night; before she began her freedom flight;No longer would her husband be the master of her destiny.  

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 uncontrollably, unable to move, knowing he was in the house. Her room door was closed, but not locked. She needed to lock it, but the shakes had a hold of her. Megan knew it was o...

Road Trip What a beautiful day, the sun warm and a cool breeze from the north.  You have talked about a weekend trip for months as the snow melted.  Up early coffee in hand as you pack the family wagon.  Pushing the kids to get in the back.  Baxter circling the wagon, barking, tail wagging as he hops in back with the kids.First right at the 4 way stop, past Andersen's feed store. Up ahead rolling asphalt.  You notice the...

The setting sun upon the seais oft to me tranquility;A falling star in dark of nighttis to me a wondrous sight;To roam the hills of forests green,more peaceful times I've never seen;To watch a bird fly high aloft'neath the clouds so white and soft;To see these things instills in methe faith and trust that makes me free.