NuckleHeadSteph
Profile
My three passions are God, the Environment and Creativity. They are all my muses and I live to use each one of them to give back to the other two, thus creating a harmonious triangle of passionate muses. I don’t do much art, I write, but after having discovered this site, I may have to delve into that spring as well.
Groups
NuckleHeadSteph is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, As Is, Beginner's Expressions, Bits and Pieces , Butterflies, Skippers, Moths, & Other Winged Insects (2 a Day), Challenge Café, Creative Inspirations - [2pw], Dearly Departed, Environmental Awareness, Flash Fiction, Living Christianity, Love & Romance , Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, That One Great Shot, The Word Tree and WMG.
Journal Entries
sanctuary
Posted about 1 year ago, 1 comment so far.
Need to read some rumi or dickenson or something! AHH
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
Honey I'm home!
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
If there's some environmentally conscious folks out there, please read and call!
Posted about 1 year ago, 1 comment so far.
Writer's Block
Posted about 1 year ago, 3 comments so far.
Carpe Diem
Posted about 1 year ago, 1 comment so far.
By my side
Posted about 1 year ago, 1 comment so far.
Writing
Just Foolish Enough
When she got just far enough away / To think that the flowers were fairies / And she was just young enough to know they were dancing
Day 2
Real VS. True I’m sure my mom spoke many a beautiful word, I just remember the moments filled with many words I can never remember. She was not the mom of 1000 quotes And word-a-day …
My First
I have got to tell you about my first time, It was perfect. The night was cold, but our friction was fierce. But wait, back up, Because way before the heat Is the meeting place Befor…
Just because...
If your hand reaches for your Dickenson / Know that your ending will be written by Edgar Allen Poe and it will not be so happy.
Ancient History
Make my love so blind That I have to run my fingers over you to read you And find that I’m still illiterate.
For You
But now I am an individual walking towards your shadow with one of my own
