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Yearning of the Unknown

A girl wants to escape from a static life, but what awaits her destiny?

  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 appear...

Of Threats to Democracy

About what may be our greatest threat.

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 t...


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 th...

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...


The predestined affinity

I believe the life is kept coming back. I also believe the people we meet this time, this life.

 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 s...

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Let Me See if I Still Can

This poem is inspired by fear of being silenced by our own silence.

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 m...


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 sh...

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...

Route 66

on the open road wind blowing on Route 66

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 circli...