Last night the dogwood bloomed,
splattering white all over the woods.
What magic transpired while I soundly slept,
to lighten their previous mood?
Give me the wine that frees the mind,
the nectar sipped by Eve.
Just let me taste one sparkling drop
to counteract this sleep.
Let Inspiration’s sweetest juice
remove this misty veil,
so I can see the mystery
Eden could not conceal.
Anita Stubbs
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I am a private person, but need a place to publish my writings, which have accumulated over the years. I am in the autumn of my life, and feel the need to preserve some of what I have written in forms of poetry, short stories, and articles. I have written one novel and now am working on my second one.
I live quietly with my husband of 57 years, as of this coming November, in Texas. My ancestors first came to Texas prior to the Civil War. Other than the five or so years when we moved out of state, I have lived my life here.
Anything more you may wish to know about me, you can hopefully gather from my writings, as far as my values, my character, and my impressions of humanity -- in as much and as far as I have experienced it, or imagined it.
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