Tag: #iphone photos
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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 melt with the sun butter in a warm blue pan the world spins, molten
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I drift to this place where water turns to vapor where the cold night melts
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I’ve been thinking about this question a lot lately, as I work (very messily, but steadily) toward deepening my writing practice and working past fears that keep me from bursting into full flower. Things that help me are daily morning pages and evening 11-minute fast writes, lots of long walks in any weather, taking photos,…
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Steam On the surface, all so calm; moon rising, breeze unspooling winter after-dinner walk belly full, heart content yet beneath: dreams simmer in wait deep, boiling, unseen, building escaping, lost, to the night.
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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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