origin myth: much before a further future elsewhere,you met in a drawing class From danilo machado’s (telling) Our lives are composed of stories. Our stories are our experience. We are the sum of our experience. Our details. Our yester...

There are days we liveas if death were nowherein the background; from joyto joy to joy, from wing to wing,from blossom to blossom toimpossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom. From “Blossoms” by Li-Young Lee Spring is here. Mornings are a...

This has been a tough week amongst a string of tough weeks. I feel like a poppy fighting to grow through the cracks between pavers. Choosing to bloom in isolation. Finding hope in soil and sustenance. Finding air to breathe in concrete. Finding stren...

And if I speak of Paradise,then I’m speaking of my grandmotherwho told me to carry it alwayson my person, concealed, sono one else would know but me. From “A Portable Paradise” by Roger Robinson A favorite high school religion teacher tau...