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My Life Closed Twice
If it is true, what they say, that poetry is written with the knowledge of/ and against death, that it is a beacon, a bulwark, that Love, I confess, I have been no poet. Cameron Awkward-Rich I looked up the word beacon and bulwark. I noticed that ...
read moreFrom “In the Same Light”
Icy blossoms blow about,/ disparate each to each. Wong May How do ice and blossoms blow about? How do we find meaning in love? How do we have faith in prayer? How do we understand blossoms, love, and prayer knowing life is as big as seasons and ti...
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Behind everyone who walks into a room is a centipede of their pasts. If they walk into a train and ride, so do their pasts. Niina Pollari What if we are all a hundred of feet of pasts and all just wiggling through time and space not wanting to cra...
read morefrom “Beyond Belief”
It’s where you are in your imaginationThat’s important, for the life of simply staying where you areIs a shadow’s life, that leaves you by yourself, alone and scared.Why can’t we just move on? The light up ahead is softAnd seems to beckon us,...
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Born in Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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