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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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So many foggy mornings this December. Fog always makes me think about how things are not always as they seem. How things that were clear just hours before can become fuzzy overnight, and also how truths that seem distant and unformed can become clear as the fog burns away in the bright glow of awareness.…
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I’ve been drunk-binging on nature lately, pulled from my grind-screen work and what I ‘should’ be doing to spend hours just gazing at the wonders of the fall. I end up working way too late to compensate, but you can only see the foliage in the daylight. Such transformation is amazing. It gives me hope.…
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I fell in.
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Poem-sword in one hand, packing tape in the other, recycling bin in my third hand and tissues in my fourth. (For the dust. It makes me sneeze.) My fifth hand is clutching a steaming mug and my sixth hand is wasting time on Facebook. My seventh and eighth hands are clasped in some kind of prayer,…
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night suddenly pink under streetlamp moon drizzle wets black mulch fragrant as perfume heady cedar, pencil-shaving, sandalwood scent a half-gallon of milk swinging in my hand I drink darkness, taste the sky, swollen with tulip poplar blooms waving in the wind
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From Rebecca Solnit’s essay called “Woolfe’s Darkness, Embracing the Inexplicable” found in her book, Men Explain Things to Me. “Feeling emotional upheaval is not a spiritual faux pas; it’s the place where the warrior learns compassion.” –Pema Chödrön, From The Places That Scare You “When it is dark enough, you can see the…
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I saw a picture of Michael Brown’s mother as she heard the verdict. I felt her mother’s pain radiate into my heart, into my safe flat-screened life a roaring scream— and with the pain, my own weak shame: in my white-bubble youth I was taught justice would be served— to everyone, it says so right…
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