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I’ve been doing serious writing for weeks. My mind is wandering to stuff I like. Here goes: love fast cars open hearts dark chocolate strong men (and women) morning toes in wet grass kissing (lots) puppy breath my kids singing dancing flowers petting (both directions) friendship artmaking of all sorts smart people creative people truth…
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the guy that gets the girl
the guy that gets the girl is the one who knows how to love her to love with a full, open heart with a deep, listening ear with joy and abandon the guy that gets the girl takes a stand acts like a man claims her (loves her) the guy that gets the girl has…
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art | creativity | divine | healing | inspiration | mystery | photography | poetry | self-excavation | sexuality | the delicious nowfractal wound
vulnerability soft folds (ripped open) revealing deep slash bound peer into darkness (infinite landscape) fractal wound binding like a river winding through a canyon he saw all worlds contained we both saw Her here. now. Ekphrastic poem inspired by the Hana Hamplová: Meditations on Paper exhibit at The Frye Art Museum. I saw it once, alone,…
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a little sliver of now
an old woman in a scarf rocks a baby back and forth in the sunlight a man works a crossword sneaking glances at the pretty baristas Dolly serenades us with her trilling vibrato the steel guitar adding a pinch of melancholy your morning kisses linger on my lips like the scent of flowers everything feels…
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the (un)measured life
Let my life not be measured by gold or productivity or towers built for someone to later knock down Instead, let it be measured by the number of kisses on my neck, my forehead, my lips (and elsewhere). Let my life be measured by the number of times I have heard or spoken the words…
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heroic acts of everyday grace
“It’s the every day moments of grace and despair, joy and sorrow that propel us towards our destiny. Life doesn’t have to be epic to have meaning and neither do stories. I prefer art that makes us ask deeper questions about ourselves or, at the very least, shows how fucking gorgeous and brave we are…
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