Short Stories and Poetry Jade and Ebony Days Blow, wind blow! Strip the years from my youth; I will keep a few, made of jade, and ebony. Blow, wind blow!

I wrote this poem for my sister. We tease her about her head being in the clouds, and her silly names for tree-houses or her habit of walking on the picket fence, pretending to be a tightrope walker. I am more practical, but this came out of a lot of thought and understanding. Dedicated to Sarah, and all the artsy dreamers out there.

Let the blind have sight. And may the sighted learn to be blind. For the world is full of contradictions. And it may not always be for us to understand. For a blind man has come...

The Peruvian Army was defeated in San Juan de Miraflores, January, 1881; nevertheless the battles in the Andes went on between the Peruvians and Chileans. A portion of the Chilean Army was in the vicinity and within the city of Concepcion, for about six months, the battle, and clashes between both armies were on July 9 and the 10, 1882: the city of Comas joined in with the guerrillas of San Jeronimo, and other nearby cities to fight the Chileans. On July 10, more Peruvians reinforcements arrived, and this lead to the defeat of the Chileans, leaving no survivors.

The effect is used in humorous and satiric verse. Full rhyme is a rhyme in which the words involved have the last two or more sounds in accord and so the only difference is earlier in the word or line. Full rhyme is sometimes known as strict rhyme.

With short snippets of information constantly bombarding us each day in the form of Twitter alerts, text messages, email blasts and such, it seems we are at the mercy of fast-food messages designed for quick disposal. Where can one find insightful commentary and discourse that has a lasting effect on our minds? The answer is quality, well-written poetry from the masters of old, as well as from contemporary writers who are continuing on in the great tradition of the art. Taking the time to read and create poetry is a worthwhile endeavor, much needed in this fast-paced 21st century.

The next breath is a struggle, a test to remain sane, as the last was just juggled but not done so in vain. With the twist of a tongue and a pierce of the lip, a snap of the fingers from a hand that can grip. A wave from the ocean, that can toss a ship, it's been an uncomfortable boat ride that seems longer in trip. But I've made it this far, to turn back would be worst, than the decision to begin when I started at first.