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PATHWAYS

Roland Juthman·May 1, 2019

PATHWAYS written by: Roland Juthman you cannot see my scars Search as much as you want, there’s...

Poetry English

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The Rape Of Autumn Ash

Joyce Butler·November 1, 2017

The Rape of Autumn Ash written by: Joyce Butler @joycebwriter I long to hide away again in...

Poetry English

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Lay Me Bare

Kathy Parker·December 16, 2016

Lay Me Bare written by: Kathy Parker @kathyparker2206 Lay me bare, pull back my layers and see...

English

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James Nelli is a retired senior business executive and accomplished author of both literary and genre fiction. Born in Illinois, he grew up with a deep appreciation for discipline, curiosity, and resilience—qualities that came to define both his professional success and his creative pursuits. He believes that emotional strength and creativity often reveal themselves most clearly in moments of necessity, a philosophy that continues to influence much of his writing. His work has appeared in numerous literary and print publications earning praise for crafting stories that linger with readers long after the final sentence. James earned his undergraduate degree in Economics from the University of Illinois, followed by an MBA in Finance and International Business from Northwestern University.

I Am From by Lauren Scott

I am from my mom’s emotions
that had a mind of their own
so wild at times emulating a summer storm
I am from my dad’s humor
where smiles bloomed
but his temper too in my less patient moods

I am from flower petals I did not plant
Mom’s were nurtured – my thumbs weren’t green
yet the petals’ beauty is always seen
I am from butter, sugar (granulated and brown),
vanilla, baking powder and soda,
and nuts, yes, sometimes this is the case,
and chocolate chips in their tantalizing ways...

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