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Breathing in the air, sending it deep down into my lungs I feel the crispness and aliveness restored Leaves crunching underneath my feet, A reminder that all that rises will fall I watch the leaves dance golden against the gray sky Without contrast, we have nothing...

tiny skeletons

tiny skeletons scattered across the beach and I wonder what stories this ocean has stopped, what stories it holds, remnants nothing more than tiny skeletons brittle bones Did they wash up that way or were they picked clean? What skeletons hide away from sight...

unfinished

The moments are so fleeting The ideas pass through and if you don’t grab them they are gone Floating away, laughing, like a rising balloon string that is just out of reach and then – gone Life is so fleeting The moments pass through and if you don’t enjoy them...

tumbling

From the first moments as fragile buds, the leaves heard the whispered story of the day they would come tumbling tumbling tumbling down to rest upon the ground, of which they knew nothing. Some caught murmurs of adventure, of the promise of a new life amidst the...

The Bridge

We rarely get a choice as to what the bridge in front of us will look like and as soon as our eyes, our mind, see one thing, it shapeshifts into another always keeping us attentive or else we find ourselves midway across and the bottom falls out or the destination...

The Fire of the Fury

The Fire of the Fury Sounds of summer and yet here I sit on the cusp of Solstice and I claim it now. I cannot go back and change what has been so I claim it now. I allow the fire of the darkness to consume the anger, to alchemize it into something more. The anger, the...
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