Chasing Poems at Pasture
The speed at which things pass is robbery. Poems flash like strobes of light below trees and then are gone. For instance, on my way to...
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My Morning Web: A short and honest commitment of truth to the page.
Words Written on World Turtle Day
Stop in the name of imperfection: Edit what you tell yourself before helping others.
The conspiracies we author: Empathizing with the universal impulse to spin tales instead of truth.
The Multi-Layered Moment: a frosting-inspired reflection on history and her happiness.
Monuments or Madeleines: Remembering a Life.
Reflections on impermanence
The rightness in being wrong