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Random First Lines:In the Deep South, where violence and racism is a way of life, terror grips the tiny community of Lusaoka Mississippi. Deep in the heart of the... » Read
Kesi, a palace slave girl growing up in ancient Egypt during the Nubian wars, is caught up in a palace conspiracy fueled by murder, revenge, and a dark family history. Born of an affair, Kesi grows up in poverty. Her mother is labeled shameful by Egyptian society, her father commits suicide, and...
Sorrel is a popular drink particularly during Christmas time in Trinidad. Juggernaut learns for the first time how to make Sorrel drink from Sorrel flower petals from his friend Daddy a budding Calypsonian.
Just a random poem I decided to write. It's kind of written like a Haiku - you know, three lines, five syllables then seven then five. Hope you like it!
Poetry | Updated Oct 10, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
"Masterpiece with Petals - A Vignette...of Sorts"
My English class read a book called "The House on Mango Street", a story told in a series of vignettes, which are short stories with a good hefty dose of literary elements involved. Vignettes use quite a bit of imagery, symbolism, and...
Yeah... Tell me what you think?
Poetry | Updated Jul 11, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Poetry of an independent rose.
Poem by me. As always, comments/reads appreciated.
Poetry | Updated Jun 1, 2011 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 13 | Likes: 32
Winter is dead, and spring is now apon us
A poem of the cruel world...
Dry cure our leaves to use in any shape or form;
We are feel good tobacco;
Cut, slice, puree, sundry or however you use,
Pasta and pizza tasteless without us;
We are juicy tomatoes;
Small poem about Cherry Blossoms
Another challenge I was given in college. We were challenged to write about something simple but not give away what it was, and the classmates had to guess what it was. Later on I expanded on it.
Poetry | Updated Sep 5, 2010 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
This is just what I think is going on with our world.
Poetry | Updated Jun 16, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Mistress Of Word Play
Drop the rose petal into the water. Watch it swirl then wash away. Mind preoccupied by this and that. Watch the sunlight shift and sway.