“Alone” ~ by Poe (video reading)

"Alone" by Edgar Allan Poe From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I …

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He sketched Her (flash fiction)

His sketchbook held thirty-six sketches of the moon, full, and thirty-three sketches of her, a woman unknown. This night would make it sketch thirty-seven since he began drawing curves, just of the moon at first, then of her. His hand sketched her as fast as his mind created her. She arrived during a night when …

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Strolling through a Poem

In the mystical mist vision is limited but the possibilities are endless The mist whispers the promise of poets who scribble furiously and endlessly lines that give meaning to living and dying The lovers breathe it in every molecule, a thousand poetry collections every inhale, a tsunami of emotions Merging and morphing blending and believing …

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Let’s Do Diga Diga Doo

Grow old together? This suggestion I’d rather not consider. Grow old alone; I could manage just fine. In love I’d rather grow young. Having completed decades of “to dos” – to playful mischief let’s say “I do.” Let’s put on our Sunday best for no reason at all and through the park, take a stroll, …

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His Hands

His hands sparked a fire that changed the horizon feet that once stumbled in the darkness made swift and spirited by the glow cast from red hot sparks His hands built ovens that pumped air and purified ore a lone artist on the edge of civilization he transformed blazing metal into purposeful and beautiful His …

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Eve’s Last Evening (flash fiction w/audio)

Eve's Last Evening - Flash Fiction w/audio She is a contrast in emotions. In life choices. Opposites that pull at Eve's brain, that sometimes pull her apart. One half of her brain fighting fiercely to live. To achieve. To win. The other half of her brain pulling her into a dark frozen forest. Pulling her …

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Imagine this

We cannot standardize test our way out of this mess. We need less desks in uniform rows crammed with young bound bodies cracking from the conforming stress. Every other answer a bubbled-in guess. More creative thinkers are needed to get us out of this mess. Shred the excessive expensive tests! Give young minds more tools …

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The Giver by James Baldwin (audio poem)

James Arthur Baldwin was born on August 2, 1924 in New York City’s Harlem. Baldwin had a difficult upbringing, which included an evangelical preacher stepfather who struggled financially and who demanded rigorous religious behavior from his nine children. Baldwin’s personal challenges are reflected in his writings, especially in Go Tell It on the Mountain. Baldwin was …

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Easter Eggs and a Glossy Train (personal narrative)

Easter brings an early sunrise, reflection, time outdoors, and dinner with my family. Sometimes we place flowers at the cemetery and sometimes I get to hug two adorable great nieces. Even more rare are drives to the Pacific Coast during the Easter weekend. However the holiday weekend unfolds, it is peaceful. Easter hasn't always been …

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A sky painted the colors of love (flash fiction)

            We kept watching the mesmerizing sky. Millions of emerald slivers were suspended above us, spinning and swirling. He and I, each dreaming our own private dreams. I thought about how I would never forget this moment and how it might be the highlight of my time in Alaska. I was happy to be here, …

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