My Writing
My collection of poetry, prose, and short stories
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Brown Christmas: A Poem About Growing-up Southern It never snowed on Christmas in Houston. Growing up, the December was nippy- and browning grass was crisp with frost. Our breath rose in puffs before our faces- but snow never fell on Christmas day. I didn’t mind that Christmas’s weren’t snowy. We had everything we…
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When the wind picks up and the temperature drops down- When harvest is gathered and leaves turn and fall- When the daylight fades and the darkness waxes strong- That’s when the ghosts plague us all. We are all haunted by our own ghostly ghouls: Haunted by the apparitions of our troubled souls. Haunted by…
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Writing Challenge: Sept 5, 2018 Prompt: Write about the hands of someone you love. She’s always worn several rings, at least she has for as long as I can remember. There was her wedding band: small diamonds set in gold, and her child-rings featuring a gemstone representing each month one of us grandchildren were born.…
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I cried tonight The first time since we broke us. The first tears since the last time That we failed to break the curse that keeps us apart. I cried tonight. The first time since I gave up. The first ache since I allowed numbness To replace sharp despair over how close we…
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One last, one last time. You asked me for one last, one last time. Against my better judgement I gave it to you. One last, one last time. I fell for you one last, one last time. I knew it would end- But I loved you. One last, one last time. I cried…
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It tastes like a long vacation: tropical mango, and island pineapple, and Margaritas on the beach. It tastes like childhood: water from a garden hose, potato chips, and peanut butter sandwiches. It tastes like satisfaction: salty sweat on tanned skin, a rushed lunch, and a glass of cold beer. It tastes like warmth: golden grains…
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He’ll be home for Christmas. I haven’t seen him since the green summer at the bay. The blue seawater off the coast- And the setting sun on the Ferry Slip- a memory to last through the lonely autumn. But, he’ll be home for Christmas- To warm me again as the days grow short and cold.…
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*Inspired by a walk through campus during finals week.* Finals Week: A Poem The smell of coffee and desperation is in the air. All along hallways students frantically thumb through textbooks, Mutter over notebooks, And curse over flashcards. Students pass-out on the floor, Backpacks used as pillows and jackets as blankets. I walk…
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My favorite Holiday is fast approaching- THANKSGIVING! In honor of this family-gathering Holiday I thought a little family-centered poem would be in order. A family tradition Of our own making- Grandpa’s stories told at each gathering Tales of misadventure: Of a child, Marine, father, and grandpa, Delight and entertain the growing clan. …
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*This is a found poem written for a school project. Every word and line is taken from Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness* That heart of darkness, Is it not frightful? The shackled form of a conquered monster; Truth stripped of its cloak of time, The truth of the “civilized man”. Angel or a fiend?…
Bringing Mae Flowers 