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Christmas is Near

Christmas tree

How does one know when Christmas is near? The outside is cold, And the streets are slipperily smooth and frozen. Blankets of snow lie among households, And mound upon the grass. As if holding on for its life, the snow grasps to the trees. The wind rages with anger throughout the night sky, Thrusting open doors allowing snow to draft ...

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The House upon the Hill


If you listen to my song you’ll hear a tale not told before… of a Viking lad, his mighty ship, and the lass that he adored. My tale begins on the far outskirts of a little harbor village. The frost had thawed and all the ships had gone away to pillage. He stood alone upon the cliff, as the waves ...

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Distant Memory


It sits in the corner. It doesn’t touch anything; Nothing touches It. But It watches. It watches new ones be made; Old ones be forgotten; Sad ones pushed aside; Happy ones being retold Time and Time and Time again. It doesn’t say anything. Makes no comments; Makes no movement. But It watches. It waits. Waits for someone to notice; Waits ...

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I rode a dragon today

dragon book

I rode a dragon today, with scales of fiery blue Gusting wings turned each page, each chapter begun anew I dreamt I was a Thunderbird, storms marking my flight Howling winds and shrieking cries and lightning rending night Today, I was a wizard, by the badger house thus claimed Through goodness and kindness and niceties we were given our name ...

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The Face I Know


Time has left its mark on his rosy cheeks. Every follicle housed a wire like hair, and the length of it laid curled on the roundness of his face— marking the days that have passed since the barber saw him last. Not even a freckle can be seen, and the whiteness reflects the years he has lived. The fur-like thickness ...

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Do Not Write

pencil erasing

Doodle in your notes. Paint a picture. Build something from Legos, cardboard, or paper. Take a picture. Play outside, inside, on the playground, or in the woods. Whatever you do, do not write. Find inspiration somewhere, or create your own. The writing will come. But first, something must inspire the writing. Something must create a spark before writing can commence. ...

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Chopin I The terror of the minute when the light impales the cloud The drama of the threads that break when something tears the shroud The fire in the breakers as they turn against the land The heartbreak of the moment when it all slips through my hand The feathers on the floorboards that still tingle in the air The ...

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Colored breezes dance between the Trembling leaves that inhabit the Mushroom trees. The sociable Flowerbeds siren their melody, that Infests any bystanders heart and Body. Large caterpillars lounge atop Draping umbrella shaped leaves, all The evil queens sternly straighten Their sleeves. White roses dripping Their red paint, speak of their saint. A lady wrapped in respectable cloths So fine, all ...

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The Sound of Rain


I wakened to the tears of fate The hush of death The wind’s debate The willow’s breath And on the roof the roaring stream The wings of cloud The winter’s dream And fluxing loud Across the land the hiss of drops That raven’s purr That never stops A muted whir That sings our song from day to day Until the ...

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Silence: Bliss or Curse

baby crying

Silence. It can mean so much to some, and be so despised by others. A new mother holding her screaming child, trying to get her to go to sleep. After many hours of piercing wails, she finally falls into nights keep. The serenity and stillness is so abundant and rare, the mother can do nothing but savor her brief bliss. ...

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