If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead

Somewhere in the distance, I could hear the children laughing; but the pounding of air got stuck in my ears, so I turned to look for them. They were on a merry-go-round, some on the swings, and two boys ran to the teeter-totters. But the wind lashed out in my face and the flowing pool of memories... Sign in to see full entry.

Rudolph is a favorite, "The Night Before Christmas,” another good tale, but not many know, for it's seldom told, about Santa's brief trip to jail. I 'm sure you've all heard of grandmother's demise when on that fateful night, eggnog blurred her eyes. From out of nowhere she came and stepped in front... Sign in to see full entry.

A reflection of the dream remains in its trace remembering one late night on the edge of town. He held me and I held on. “I love you,” circled our silhoutte, “I’ll never hurt you,” embraced my heart, and I gave myself completely to him. note: I wrote this 1989 when I was in college. Sign in to see full entry.

she thinks as she changes channels, waiting, with the phone beside her. Morning cartoons turn into the 6 o’clock news. She gazes outside her window, her heart swells with hope each time a car drives by, then collapses, as it passes. “Ring, damn it,” she begs of her phone. But the introduction to the... Sign in to see full entry.

There are songs I sing that I have long forgotten, haunting a memory that needs its rest, and disturbing the slumber of a touch I won’t let myself remember. I try to let it pass, but the melody turns and twists a heart that remembers, still, a time with someone I can no longer have. Yet the shadows... Sign in to see full entry.

Simple at its best, easy and free -- our little dreams keep us going -- just whispers in our head -- reminders of where our hearts could take us -- if we could only – remember the dream. Sign in to see full entry.

And wonder how you are. It's been so many years now, and somehow we've lost contact. We were dear friends once, I know you must remember, as well as I do, sharing our dreams and drying each others tears. But we were younger then, and no one ever told us how easily life could slip by, or that those... Sign in to see full entry.

I can close my eyes and remember, like a dream, the beauty of the water, how it magnificently roared, came crashing down, and gently touched shore. I remember, like a dream, it regressed, my feet fell in the sand, the water ran quickly back, and I stood there... waiting to be touched again. Sign in to see full entry.

That morning he started early for the field, “Today,” he said, “would be beautiful.” As he plowed, he thought of his children, and his grandchildren, each one with unique personalities and special traits; he felt blessed. Then he thought of her, and he smiled. Mother of his children, partner for... Sign in to see full entry.

I have gone through days I thought were tough and believed I was a survivor. I have withered times I thought were storms and came out with only a few bumps and bruises; I have braved moments I felt were my most trying times and came out with my head held high, patting myself on the back, crediting... Sign in to see full entry.