Poems

Here are links to two poems I've published online...
http://authspot.com/poetry/poem-by-herself/
http://authspot.com/poetry/poem-whiskers-of-time/

If you like them, please leaves comments, "Like it" and tell others!

Here are some others:

The Murmur of Death

A lone dog barking,
The creak of a rusty gate
The gentle clangs of the wind chime,
And the goodbye chirps of migrating birds
Winds and dry leaves
Whispering amongst themselves-
The murmur of death

Confessions

Erasing my words like mad,
I’ve made too many mistakes,
Need to turn back,
Start on a fresh page
In the book of life.

Thanks for reading! I have an idea of making an online "teen writing club" so stay tuned for any info!

I am in the process of writing a book! Here's a short excerpt:

My book has yet to be named. One chapter is done, the second is almost done. I can't post it online, but I can give you a preview(this is the first draft, be prepared for some major sucky writing):
"I never thought my boring, humdrum life could ever become more interesting. Believe me; I had tried to add pizzazz. Taking lessons in Zulu only showed me that I did not have a knack for learning foreign languages. Kung fu classes were just as bad. So, finally, after years of trying various activities, I gave up, dooming myself to a dull lifetime of school. Little did I know that my decision to take the public bus home from school one day would change that, forever. A dapper man in a worn gray suit approached me while I was waiting on Michigan Avenue. Taking one good, long look at me, he leaned toward my crouching figure.
“You are special. You are chosen. You are needed. Come with me.” He conveyed in a loud whisper."

Again, this is just a first draft. The first few lines only. There are 4000 more words written! My goal is to have the first draft of the book done by the end of the year. Whether or not that happens, I can only hope. Please, I would really appreciate ANY comments and feedback from you. Constructive critisicm, no "good/bad." Be specific. Thanks!

A Long-Awaited Poem!

Best Friends

As we sit together

On the steps

Fiddling with our fingers as we

Laugh

She hugs me

And tells me

“we’re bff’s forever!”

I smile,

Knowing it’s the truth

And say

“yes… forever”

A poem I wrote for my other blog, which you can find here. And, it hasn't been published yet.

Yet another freezing day...

It is November. In August. (Maybe we'll have August in November!) Chicago has set a record. It has not been so cold the last five days of August(less than 70 degrees) in the Chicago area in 118 years. That's right- since 1891. Yoikes! Overnight the temperature was in the low forties and high thirties. The picture is from here. Now enjoy my rants:

I remember the warm nights of summers yesteryear, sprawled on my bed, air conditioner humming in the next room. The humid air eating away at our fragile skins while playing ping pong in eighty degree weather. The kind of summer where the sun is always shining and tomatoes are ripe in mid-July. Where summer continues into fall, and wearing shorts to school is bearable. The glorious summer days of bright sun, cucumbers and watermelon, of petunias and zinnias and goldfinches. The kind of summer that doesn't begrudge you the few scraped knees or a broken finger. Where cicadas sing all day long, and litttle tykes give the dead ones proper funerals. With raspberries and strawberries and Indian berries, and tomatoes and cucumbers and carrots and radishes and all the wonderful, earthy goodness of fresh, homegrown veggies and fruits. The kind of summer that means stepping out the sliding glass door in sandals and shorts, where breathing fresh, warm air guarantees a smile. With ladybugs and lightning bugs and even bumble bees buzzing around you as you lounge in the rich green grass, legs spread out, your puppy scampering between them. That's the kind of summer I dream about, with two weeks in London and three in Yellowstone, with looking out the window to see green and red and orange and yellow and blue and purple, trying to let the colors sink in for the dreaded, colorless winter days ahead.