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August 31, 2017

When the wind stops you can really start to feel the breeze again. Tiny hairs in constant motion have begun to lose directionality. At times I’ve let the same force take over me. I feel tiny like those hairs; you can sweep me with one look. A nice one gives me warm hop...

August 26, 2017

In the dimly lit living room, heavy with the aroma of foods cooked for special family gatherings, he heard them speak.  Of a city divided, people choosing sides and many looking on with regret. Grandfather, who now only spoke in broken sentences, like a broken record,...

August 26, 2017

When I was ten years old, I told my mom that I thought I needed glasses and she didn’t believe me. See, my best friend had just gotten glasses and she thought that I just wanted them to be more like her. However, when I persisted, she agreed to take me to the eye docto...

August 19, 2017

What is Hatha Yoga? What are the benefits of practicing this path? How does movement help us when we’re stressed or anxious?   

According to the book, Hatha Yoga Illustrated, Hatha Yoga is called “the forceful yoga”, meaning physical. Throughout this practice, you...

August 17, 2017

My words were taken by the wind

Masquerading as an orator

Sojourning with crisp autumn leaves

Following foolishly behind

I ran frantically behind

Shouting at the imposter

Falling

I grazed my knee

Behind the sycamore tree

The wind has gone

But I know it will be round again

And I s...

August 15, 2017

Awake

I listen to the earth’s gentle breathing

Exhaling heartache

Unable to hold onto the fear

The rain falls onto the tin roof

Joining the pitter-patter dance of birds

Sound separated only by the thin metal sheet

Inside

I become a bird

Outside

The birds inhale the earth’s gentl...

August 15, 2017

In history, it is written;
fake news and macrame lies,
in muddy ditches I am pushed

it is here where I lie.

Are you angered in my defeat?
It is not I, who will carry you,
there is no more fire 

burning in me.

So as night consumes day,
and rivers ebb banks away,
as deat...

August 14, 2017

the day begins with a smile and “good morning sunshine”

the morning coffee perks on the counter as I rise
she has plugged in the cord and waits to pour the first cup
delivered, by my love, to me in bed with a kiss
 

the morning coffee perks on the counter as I rise
life...

August 13, 2017

I wait patiently as the captain finally announces that we are ready to take off. I’m relieved that a thirty minute delay didn’t turn into a deplane, or a cancellation – although at this point I’m not sure why I’m even rushing to get home. His message floats to the top...

August 12, 2017

Science says some of the stars we see are long dead.

Yet there they are – vivid, flickering, brilliant.

And dead, I guess.

Science says half of our atoms come from far beyond the milky way.

I gaze down at my hands, sticking out from the sleeves of my white lab coat, and th...

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