Poems
A very short poem about “gardening” to celebrate the start of Spring. Brown eyes call me, the gardener, To step upon the soft rose petal carpet of your soul, Through gently opening doors, A slow descent, your watering hole Sprinklers rejuvenating foliage, ferns, Intoxicating perfume of your inner world Charms my soul’s depths within me As your love unfurls. Your rich resin, destiny’s...
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Thoughts and Essays
Words words words. Don’t you just love them! These collections of letters that help you form an impression in your mind, a picture, an image. You read the letters, you hear a sound, you form a picture. It’s an incredible thing. Why is it that when I see a W, an O, an R, a D and an S together that I know that I...
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Thoughts
A brief reflection on writer’s block. Knowing the direction you want that short story to take but being unable to find the words that take it from design to finished product. “The wild animal of creativity, released from its cage, paces up and down in my head. It skulks around in my thoughts and dreams, seeking my mind for prey, my heart to devour. Inner animal essence...
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Short stories
It was bizarre. The problem had been solved. Or had it? Nobody knew whether this was a temporary respite, nor how long the calm would last. For months there had been an unimaginable, raging tempest. The perfect storm before this uneasy calm. Peace did now reign but it was unnerving. This establishment had lived through…How could you describe them? Unusual times. It had seen and...
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Poems
Roses are red, Violence and blood, The first cut’s the deepest, You’re killing me too. ©Cre8ivation
Poems / Thoughts
I can run and run and travel many thousands of miles as the geese fly from where I am now. I can traverse continents and sail the eight seas to escape my plight and the ordeal that life has dealt me. I can fly to the utmost corner of the globe to leave behind the dreams of my fallen existence. But when I arrive I...
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Poems / Thoughts
Every step we have taken Every breath we have breathed Every life we have touched Every joy we’ve received Every hope that’s been crushed Every plan we believed Every hurt we have caused Every time we’ve deceived Every word we have spoken Every thought we’ve conceived Every “every” now brings us To present from past And beckons at last To the future ahead. ©Cre8ivation
Thoughts and Essays
Yesterday I tweeted that I was sitting in a café with an empty notebook, a pen and a skinny latte seeking inspiration for a short story. A few moments later I experienced one of those eureka moments, a “light in the dark” epiphany, as I took to task the ailing brain that was refusing all reasonable requests to cooperate with my need for creativity. I...
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