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(I Came, I Saw, I Wrote)

May 30, 2016

Morning everyone! The video for week 3 is now up on my YouTube. As promised, this week is a different writing exercise than the first two weeks were. This one gives you more freedom in that you do not need to write anything down, I am only giving you a subject as your...

May 29, 2016

Reluctantly, he handed over the key and sighed. He watched as the other man examined it. "There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He asked, turning the ancient key over in his hand.
Thomas shrugged, trying to hide the turmoil within. "May I have it back now please sir. I...

May 26, 2016

I just wanted to share with all of you something so beautiful and so excellent, it makes my heart burst. One of my friends, Katie, who happens to be in my mom group Online Writer's Circle. She just posted this on Facebook and I got her permission to share.


Summertime s...

May 23, 2016

Good morning everyone! I hope you all had a chance to participate in our first week's exercise. If not please feel free to go back and read it or watch it on my You Tube Channel. I have already posted the video for this week as well. My piece from the exercise is poste...

May 22, 2016

A Poet's Utopia, November 27, 2004


Across the path
Is a soft hillside
Under the warm sunlight
Come while the afternoon escapes
Come live the life of a poet
Grassy pillows,
Air that whispers quiet,
As the river flows away
Bubbling creativity
Flowers grow tall,
Form shad...

May 22, 2016

The pink glove lay on the ground, almost covered by the tattered pages strewn around the room. An old chest collected dust in the corner and Abigail was eager to peak inside it. The air smelt musty and old; all the things that intrigued her. She walked slowly over to i...

May 21, 2016


A Star Dies With Age, March 24, 2005


Woken dreams upon the breath
Of the childhood innocence
Dust collected on the toys of the past
Weeds grew over the childhood smile
No laughter is heard
The monsters have eaten the life
Moving up from under beds and closets

May 20, 2016

Uncovered, Spring 2004


i wish i looked like Her
instead of looking like me
for i've always wanted to know
what perfection's like to be
my waist isn't thin enough
my face is just too round
i'm obviously not tall enough
i'm closer to the ground
my skin is just too pale

May 19, 2016

Lying To Myself, October 29, 2004


I keep saying I don’t care
I keep trying to forget
But it’s going to take time,
And I’m just not there yet

Some days I think I’m good
And I think don’t need you
But I keep lying to myself
And the statement isn’t true

But one day I wi...

May 18, 2016

Behind The Heart, January 9, 2005


No healing for her scar
She doesn’t even remember the story
It’s just a mark on her body
To represent the past
Of which she can’t change
Or remember
Because it’s easier
If she were to touch it
She’d know why it’s there
She’s know where...

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