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Rising Like a Phoenix – By Cassandra Smith

Rising Like a Phoenix ~~~ Pushing, poking, pulling up old memories- Rising from tombs Cutting, clearing, catching bits & piece Time stuck like- a broken clock ~~~ Dreams-squeezing past layers & layers of Denial, despair, can’t do it -regret Pushing, poking, pulling me up Cutting away roadblocks, clearing paths ~~~ Contractions- pain, umbilical cord cut Creating a new birthing- me Throwing off indecision becoming: Poet, writer, author- spilling truth on paper ~~~ Dead dreams reawakening, rising like- A phoenix No more pushing, no more prodding, No more waiting… Continue reading

The Creation Of A Poet – By Cassandra Smith

THE CREATION OF A POET My turbulent childhood molded me into a poet.   Black shadows hiding beneath gray clouds of confusion.   Sculpturing, steaming, forming words throwing them on paper   Living now Putting my past behind unless pulling up or helping others   Avoiding pitfalls, pot holes, poisoning emotions  I’m writing, dreaming, living, loving, hoping, pulling good out of chaos   Caressing paper raising me higher above turbulence Someone said, “The best thing about childhood is that it is over.”    I don’t agree.   Living my childhood molded me into a poet   Using words as tools painting positive pictures on naked canvases   Coloring life- soft white clouds mingling among celestial beings Soft, soft, blue… The Creation of a Poet was published in the 2016 edition of The United Federation of Teachers (UFT) annual publication, Reflections in poetry and prose. Continue reading

My Army Life & Alcoholism (Part IV) – By Rick W.

Read part I of Ricks Story here Read part II of Ricks Story here Read part III of Ricks Story here       Each time that I left Portland, thinking that was the last time being with Joseph alive, something would happen were he would be just fine and go out to Burger King or to a rock concert or something spectacular. I was given the opportunity to be with my sons on Joseph’s 23rd birthday. He was bedridden and semi comatose, but we had a birthday party for him anyway. “I drank no matter what.” He passed away February 26, 2001. After my son’s funeral, I lost total control of everything. I had no feelings other than extreme anger. I really didn’t care for or about anything except myself and the pity that I felt. I drank no matter what. I hated even the mention of God. He… Continue reading

My Army Life & Alcoholism (Part III) – By Rick W.

Read the previous two parts of Ricks story here My sons moved to Portland, Oregon and wanted to come and visit me up in Olympia. After getting over the tidal wave of emotions, I said sure. They arrived a week later in an over loaded Hyundai, with two of their friends. Through the process of elimination, I was able to pick out my sons, but I didn’t put the names with the right one. During the next two years, we managed to see each other maybe four times and only for a few hours each time. We lived only 125 miles apart, but it may as well have been 3000 miles. After the third divorce was final, I moved to California in hopes of obtaining employment and regaining some sanity. My third ex wife was very high maintenance and had us so far in debt that I had no choice but… Continue reading

My Army Life and Alcoholism (Part II) – By Rick Williamson

Read Part I of Ricks story here “On my second day in Germany, I got so drunk that the hangover lasted for three days…….” I drank and got drunk almost everyday that I spent in Germany. When I first got there, I fell in love with their beer and food. I never drank American beer during that time, except when I came home on leave. On my second day in Germany, I got so drunk that the hangover lasted for three days and I had never been so sick in my entire life. I thought it would never end and of course, I swore off drinking. I can only remember an eighteen day period that I did not drink while in Germany and that was because I was in the hospital with a broken neck. That hiatus ended shortly after I got back to my unit. During this tour, I… Continue reading