grace
There are no words to express the depth of my gratitude for this little soul entering my life.
I can only say, “Thank you.” and let it ring out into the Universe.
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it darkened
the fire was spun like caramelized sugar with a smirk (and the hissing) my tongue, wet and hungry reached out to closed spaces (closing spaces) the balloons soaring above the firelight taking a piece of me into the embers below (with a hiss) it darkened and everything went cold the fire remains but doesn’t warm…
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open letters to my allies and petty tyrants
Dear Allies, Thank you for your unconditional support and positive regard. Thank you for showing up when I needed you, listening, and sending me positive energy so often. I am softer and more yielding because of your love. I have learned to allow goodness into my heart and to trust again because of you. My…
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sunday morning haiku
This misty, Sunday morning, so cozy and warm. A world of wonder awaits!
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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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intuition (or the little doll in my pocket jumping up and down)
I recently had a tense conversation with someone. I was asking about a change in the dynamics of our friendship and told her I felt that she was acting a certain way in our relationship for a reason that I didn’t understand but could feel. She said, “Oh, so you know how I feel and…
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space for my tears
I hurt my finger on Friday morning. Badly. At the time, I was rushing to get my kids to school because my older daughter slept through her alarm and needed a ride. My roommate asked if I was okay. I told her yes but in actuality, I was in tremendous pain, the kind of pain…
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