and to dance 

as if i was moving through space with my hands like  movement was my language when i drift side to side by side and then look up and see dedication within each purposeful step and i could bend my knees make a welcoming gesture and look before me  out to the world  like the world…

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watchfulness

There was a night when the girl couldn’t sleep, so she listened to the whispers of the forest. Her eyes watched within the darkness. She could feel something watching her and knew it was the beast who’d chased her until her lungs felt like they were bleeding. The beast’s eyes glowed deep withing the forest….

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a poem for the sky

between the light of evening  and the darkness of night blue sky whispers pink clouds that can barely be seen and the gulls flap their wings keep moving against the cold breeze and the wind picks up and swirls around you i see golden edged grass bending low i smell wet earth that sinks as…

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these flowers 

inside my ribcage contains millions of flowers just in case you were wondering it’s this neverending field that is covered with fresh rain dew drops sit on petals  rolling off when the water has collected to the bottom  each flower is dusted with pollen and when i breathe  bees are like “hey wait there are…

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the woman in dreams who points the way

In dreams, the girl imagined a woman with her arms outstretched to her. Always laughing. The woman had dark hair, like her. A dark eyes, like her. Her smile was warm and welcoming. Her laughter cut through the silence of the dream like music suddenly starting out of nowhere. The girl knew she knew this…

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discomfort 

It was a day when the girl was frustrated. She had been walking through the forest in the dry heat for what seemed like forever. Dried pine needles crunched under foot with every step. She was hot. She was tired. And a small voice inside her said you can rest whenever you want. Still she…

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the unanswered question

The man looked at the worn piece of paper that the little man had given him. He hadn’t seen this in ages. And as he looked at it he was still astonished that he was holding it his hands once again. “How did you find this?” “It was given to me…” The little man grabbed…

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For Mom

When I was young  I spoke to my Mom in gibberish as she used a finger from each hand to help me stand up tall I clasped my fists around her  and she laughed at how strong my grip was I gurgled a response and my mouth formed into a smile She could pick me…

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pathways

In between day and night, the sky became a deep pink and orange. Sparkles in the sky emanated light down to earth and on the water below. Everything was still and the wind died down to a whisper. On the beach, the leaves on a row of palm trees rustled. The air smelled sweet and…

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