Monthly Archives: February 2015

Softening the edges of nightfall.

Everything hummed between the edge of this and that. Not really here or there. The counter stools tucked, comma-like in a pause. Seeing the periphery and folding into silence, she held a major chord from a pinnacle; Prose poured through … Continue reading

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I am an avocado. {poetry}

I believe when the avocado was birthed, all the gods and goddess cried. Not out of sadness but joy. The outer evergreen veil all bumpy, almost leathery; deep inside though, there is an innocence. The buttery smooth inner essence is … Continue reading

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Embracing all sides of our story.

The courage it takes to fully embrace all of ‘our story’ brings me to my knees of vulnerability. To bear witness of others doing the same, I bow at their sanctity. And once we start this epic journey, I just … Continue reading

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My mug and I.

  My mug and I gather under golden stars to reconvene a rhythm of rush and run. Breakfast a blur, brown bags filled the satellite-synchronized silent tick-tock. As we say, sleepy gray goodbyes and lapis, I love yous pushed into … Continue reading

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Inner wisdom is a kiln.

Some things can’t be taught; they have to be felt so we can really see. Sometimes in the quietest spaces we hear and know more truth than with a lot of talk. Respect is built on consistency. Inner wisdom is … Continue reading

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Why I write…

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Seeing the unseen. {poetry}

How easily she could disappear and still say, she was fine. Against her will, her heart, could transform into any shape. Suppressed and repressed an interlocking fugue concealed and tucked away. Spilling from her left scooping with her right in … Continue reading

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