Writers Harbor

Author: whadmin

  • Dear Grandma Rena

    Random conscious emotions and memories of my grandma and all she meant/means to me. January 20, 2008 Dear Grandma Rena, I almost don’t know how to begin – I am feeling so much for you and not a day goes by that I don’t think of you at least once. I have always loved you…

  • California Guys and their Long Hair Fetish

    In California, guys have a thing about long hair. “I mean I can see your scalp and am I really going to take you to meet my parents when your hair is an inch off your head, I mean they’ll think I’m gay! “ There was this guy who asked me to grow my hair…

  • Merry Christmas Y´all

    I usually take a dim view of people dressing up helpless animals … but as I made a monkeyof myself as well, I thought I might be excused for this one! Enjoy your holidays! Silvia

  • ‘Twas The Night Before (A tale of survival)

    ‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, There was nothing to eat, for man or for mouse. The stockings were worn and were somewhat threadbare, No hope for presents or candy was there. The children, asleep in their bed on the floor, With bars on the windows and locks on the doors.…

  • Kyle

    Kyle jumped into the picture as I was snapping it with my cell phone. We were both in our Yellows and hardhats, the US Forest Service logo on our sleeves. And there I was trying to get a picture of me with the Zaca Fire in the background, when now I’d have a picture of…

  • Rules for Writers

    1. Abandon Hope, Ye Who Enter Here. It’s a dangerous and heartless world for those who put their fears and hearts out into the world for review. 2. Respect the stupid man. Though they be ignorant and nuisance, they also be your audience, many stupid people in the world. Write for the audience because no…

  • I Write So Much (Inside My Head)

    I write so much inside my head, I fear you will not understand, I place my fingers on these keys and pray that God would still my hand. An arrow pierces to the quick and causes mortal soul to bleed, As words appear upon the page my heart laid bare for all to read. Are…

  • Hearts of Snowmen

    Winter’s growing old, Snowmans’ heart is cold. Breezy wind’s a-bumpin’, Icy heart is thumpin’. Turn another morrow, Hollowing a furrow, Winter wind is sawing, Snowmans’ heart is thawing. Whistlin’ through the trees, Brings Snowmen to their knees, Taking on the pain, And touching every stain. Just before he fades, To all that God has made,…