Julie Lacksonen
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Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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A Writer Writes
Imagine knowing that you will pass away in just one week. You will then assume the body of another person. This pattern happens again and again, but you don’t really know who you are. You don’t know why this is happening to you. This is the basis for a fictional series I have been writing entitled, “7 Days.”
By Julie Lacksonen5 years ago in Humans
7 Days
Cold. This body is so cold. So many things hit me at once. In addition to the cold, I feel extreme hunger, something smells rancid, and someone is poking my arm. Tentatively, I open my eyes. The person standing over me seems pleased – I’m not sure whether it’s because I’m awake or because he thinks he’s responsible for reviving me. The younger man smells bad, but I think I’m the one who smells rancid.
By Julie Lacksonen5 years ago in Fiction
Color Me
Complex colors of character and culture caress CREATIVE consciousness, continually evoking casual conversation, creating cadence or cacophony; concord or contradiction; confirmation or confusion. Cream to copper, mocha to black - can communities coexist?
By Julie Lacksonen5 years ago in Poets
