Life
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If Your Life Feels Like it’s ‘Missing Something,’ September’s Got a GIFT for You
Do you ever feel like there’s something missing in your life? Or that you don’t always feel on top of your game? Maybe you’re like me – out here hustling your way through the gig economy, which brings a certain level of stress, along with the freedom of working for yourself. Or maybe – you’re… Continue reading
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On the Outskirts of the Blue Ridge
a poem about an afternoon drive through the beautiful foothills of the N.C. mountains Hilltop mobile homes parked in rows with weary cars and tufts of unruly grass. They are weathered, as am I. Collections of scrap-metal, small gardens boasting late tomatoes, plump red flashes on the vine. Corn fields in thick mounds that hug… Continue reading
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Circles and Stones
a free verse poem You cast stoneslift your curses high,chanting carried away,to hide and wait for you…its return three-fold?I think no goddess hears you.It is a barren place,your circle. It is my pleasure,to wipe your sweet nectar fromproboscis and pen,parts of your souldigging into mine. (I use it!)I abuse it, this loving that I must… Continue reading
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The Mourn
a poem about the emotional trauma of hysterectomy in time, eggs drop as they maya crimson furnace burnswaits for themthen rejects even the idea of babies babies that refuse to be boundand tear their way outleaving you to your stitches these eggs, they stay now…where are they to go?a furnace burnt outremoved scoop by scoopfleshy… Continue reading
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#Kindness–We Need More of it Now!
Empathy on the decline in America Declared this day, April 26, 2019 a federally threatened concept: Kindness. My father likes to spoil cashiers. It’s nothing creepy or stalky or flirty. He simply picks up a candy bar when he’s waiting in line, pays for it with his groceries, then hands it to the cashier and… Continue reading
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7 Things to ADD to Your Spring Cleaning To-Do List Now!!
It’s “Spring Cleaning” time! We make our lists, gather our buckets and micro-fiber cloths, our Swiffers and our brand-new mops, and we go at it. Washboards, windows, that crusty stuff on the stove hood, that icky black corner behind the toilet, the hair pulled from the drains. We go at it with ferocity and yank… Continue reading
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Broken, A Poem for The Broken-Hearted
Oh, we have all been there. That place where brokenness, a roadblock, lies firmly between us and the we that we know we will eventually be, if it weren’t for the mess that we are. We stare into the mirror, not recognizing the tear-streaked skin, the dark circles under our eyes, the fact that breathing… Continue reading
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Chronic Pain: Just DEAL With It??? 10 Ways HOW
A friend of mine recently said to me while we were discussing my experiences in living with chronic pain and how difficult it can be for others to understand, “well, it is a “thing.” Yes, chronic pain is a “thing,” and it is something many of us live with daily. Maybe you power through and… Continue reading
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A Celebration of Life Poem : Evolution, “I Am Alive!”
So, I am NO expert at Paint. In fact, I barely know how to OPEN Paint. Therefore, this little creation is somewhat of a miracle, and I shall go and celebrate myself… Oh, by the way….that’s a new poem (Evolution) and I hope you like it. Continue reading
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A Stunning Prose piece, Recurring Dreams Of a Happy Child
Of Water and other Dreamy Things I had the BIGGEST IMAGINATION when I was a child. One recurring dream I had was that our house was full of water and I could swim all around in it like a big aquarium. Now, I am sure there are all kinds of interpretations of this, but for… Continue reading
About Me
Christina M. Ward is an author and freelance writer from the beautiful state of NC where she resides with her two furbabies. She’s edited over 50 poetry collections from around the world, published three of her own, and is working on her second novel. Christina is the sole owner and operator of Fiddleheads & Floss Writing Services through which she does freelance SEO content writing and editing.
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