Valentine’s Day has comeand gone, and this has been after all ya’ll have gone away for some time now stretching from: 1982 – 1994. And I know I will never show those things I have written that Mom said to take up a pen and put all things from love to rage...
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Submissions to this category are generally told in the first person and cover personal reflection, autobiographies and memories of the past.
Rather than focusing on factual accounts, memoirs are more a recollection of moments in time that were either vivid or unique to the author.
Seeing faces not spoiled by beauty, and I carry those cuts and scars from where I have been, and at times I am able to see through most of the masks that are worn. If there is a light then it shouldn’t go out, for there is a lot that is dark which rolls t...
This memory concerns an attractive blond named Elaine. I never saw her in a dress or skirt that wasn't a mini and her feet were always clad in high heel boots and shoes. Her blouses all featured plunging necklines offering a view of her breasts and the to...
With the weight of the world upon me I can't hold my head up high, because after seeing the beauty that’s been destroyed I seem to be in freefall and cascading through the void. Having hope and prayer hidden underneath my wounds that have become those sca...
Note: This fictionalized memoir is based on the author’s personal experience. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent. This was the longest time Mark had ever been apart from Gwen. There had been interesting women in his li...
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September
Some day you will know how much I love youYou know its September The hot days and the cold nights We were tucked under the thick blankets Laughing, giggling, smiling and chatting Me at my place And you, at yours Yet I felt very close to you Each time you called I persuaded you to talk more Your w...
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My Two Boys
I would have loved themYou will never know how much I wish those children were mine. The two little boys God said I could never have. The 2 little boys you told others I had but didn't take care of. I would have loved them. Why did you have to tell a lie that ended so horribly?...
Beware of Barefooting: a cautionary tale
About the close encounter of the worst kind between my bare foot and a pile of chicken manureOver on a web site for the blind I often infest, someone said the recently passed first day of May, in addition to being May Day and Beltane, had also been something called ‘Barefoot Day’. To this I felt compelled to reply as follows, sort of:As for that...
In my dreams last night I found myself sitting at the dining room table. Like so many times years ago, my report card spread open on the table in front of you. Your fingers again grasping my dreadlocks, tightening more and more as you continued your verba...
He came from out of nowhereHis eyes as cold as iceI saw the knife in his handHe turned it around twiceHe had been watching me he saidAs I came out of class at nightSaid I remembered him of herBefore she took her lifeHe saw the fear in my eyesA tear goes d...
The Worst Christmas Party
A true StoryWARNING: Very coarse language used in two places in the dialog. Be warned. With the holidays approaching I recalled this memory and wanted to share it.So here I am headed to a Christmas party at the house of one of the school bus drivers. Yes, I drove a s...