desert | desert
Aug.13.2012
Tri *color
Tri* color may be furled tomorrow in the sky
We raise our head and try
Look! It is our national flag
Freedom is there and in bag
Yes, we have made progress
Clean roads are their with smooth surface
Yet we need to strive hard and chase
All our dreams that were not realized...
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Apr.11.2012
How did Egypt become a desert? Quite simply the sea retreated. With no moisture in the winds to create rain, the Sahara dried up, which is how we see it today.
Suellen Ocean is the author of The Celtic Prince and The Lies of the Lion available at Amazon, B&N and Ocean-Hose.
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Mar.27.2012
Yeah, this ain’t so bad, see. I’m still the boss, still the big cheese. I used to be the king of Chicago, now I’m the king of the jungle. Yeah, that’s right, seems I’m a friggin’ lion now.
Don’t ask me. One minute I’m sitting by the pool at my Palm Island estate, but not feeling that great...
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Mar.06.2012
Grief: The Great Yearning, the book about my first year of grief has finally been published. I wrote this article during the summer following my life mate/soul mate’s death, long before I ever knew my writings about grief would be published, but with the addition of the last paragraph, it made the...
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Jan.10.2012
I am involved in a wonderful project with eight other Second Wind authors. Rubicon Ranch is an ongoing collaborative novel that we are writing online. It is the story of people whose lives have been changed when a little girl's body was found in the wilderness near the desert community of Rubicon...
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Apr.09.2011
Spring is greening the desert. Creosote bushes are growing, weeds are sprouting up, native grasses are taking hold, cactuses are coming alive. I marvel that so much comes from almost nothing. A bit of water, a bit of sandy soil, a bit of sun, and something exists where nothing did before. I cherish...
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Mar.08.2011
Spring is greening the desert. Creosote bushes are growing, weeds are sprouting up, native grasses are taking hold, cactuses are coming alive. I marvel that so much comes from almost nothing. A bit of water, a bit of sandy soil, a bit of sun, and something exists where nothing did before. I cherish...
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Nov.05.2010
While walking in the desert today, I saw a dead rattlesnake. I hesitated to take a photo, not wanting to memorialize death, but it was so beautiful lying there, that I went ahead and snapped an image of it. Although it looked vibrant, as if it were sleeping, I could see that it had been run over....
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Sep.02.2010
Death came in the spring.
In March, the doctors said that my life mate -- my soul mate -- had inoperable kidney cancer and that he had six months to live. He had only three weeks. We’d spend thirty-four years together, and suddenly I was alone, unprepared, and totally devastated. I couldn’t even...
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Aug.01.2010
Writers need to watch out for echoes -- a duplication of words, phrases, effects, details that reverberate in readers' minds and dilute the work. (As an example: I just wrote "details that echo in readers' minds", but the second "echo" echoed the first and diluted the effect of...
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