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For Terence It’s like some evil game nightmare edition of Simon says Why do so many people who look like me comb over the footage, looking for a misstep? The questions begin, inevitable hateful cloaked in willful blindness the cloak victim-blaming always wears: “Yeah but–was he fully complying? Why didn’t he comply exactly?” The wrong…
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A poem for my neighbor’s hibicus Furled for the night, see? They’re rolled up tight, like tissue-paper cigars in the moonlight sleeping in the morning they will spin open I’ll be walking past I’ll be sucked in, again will spin with them, six-and-a-half again ballerina fantasy fairy dresses for princesses named Hibiscus, Rosemallow, Swampmallow. The…
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I believe in hope in change in light in dark times in turning off the news in speaking the truth in spreading beauty into the world in the power of small miracles in starting where you find yourself in breathing in the moments To anyone who struggles (which includes, I think, everyone?)—keep trying, keep moving,…
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Bursting Clouds rip open like my heart bursts – whoosh, closed to wide open Swoosh: a purple umbrella floats past; droplets slip, wiggle mercurial jelly-dots. We swim in the same pool, this heavenly, dirty fishbowl.
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Hawk blew past, fast white blossoms flurry-flew, too— windswept confetti
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Day and night arrive, depart, endlessly— always right on time: I am forever late, running behind. Breathing in the soft dusk I feel eternity evaporate.
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I’m pleased as punch to have had two stories published this month, and so am taking this moment to celebrate. As any writers out there know, the rejections outnumber the acceptances by a ratio I’d rather not think about. (Plus, I’m not good at math, anyway). So—check them out some cold winter night (or warm…
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Eyes open, heart open Love more, fear less Listen deeply, speak bravely
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On the day after Christmas, I wandered the French Quarter. Jazz and street performers and strollers and couples carrying beer down the narrow lanes. Christmas decorations and humidity and 80-degree heat. People from all over the country and all over the world, converging on a slice of NOLA like ants on bit of powdery-sugary beignet.…
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