Mississippi

She flowsunapologetic of her girth,does not flinchat barges scoring her surfacenor paddle boats laden with curiosity. Confident in her fluidity,she bears the secrets of life –the sludge of humanity in her belly –stirs the minds of merchants, and children,tolerates those who gather at her banks. The final word is hers – she knows –no boundaries […]

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Even Ghosts Yearn

Natural light preferable to artificial – not the harshfullness of noonday sunbut softly filtered rays –luxurious…inviting Love too, should be subdued,gentle as a zephyr –not mythical, but yielding…mindfulnot worshipful nor boastfulbut comforting…warm I am waning lightthe mistral wind waftingno longer a force of naturebut smoke, spirallingvanishing into non-existence And yet, even as shadows spreadI yearn […]

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On Nature

How is that a tree can stir my soul, so?Yet, set amongst the Douglas firs –an orchestra of giants, the reassuranceof green towering and proud – the musicof my soul is nothing less than symphonic. How is that the sky can speak to me?No words to convey its vastness, yetit breathes new life into empty […]

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Finding Home

Do we have to be awayto find home? Not the mortgagedtwo cars in the drivewaydouble-income kind of dwelling I’m talking peacein the heart, comfortin the soul, blessed home I have felt Presencein nature, witnessed Spiritin a newborn’s eyes beheld reverence in a dyingsister’s final breath – fleetingglimpses, nothing solid I seek an eternal senseof belonging, […]

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Dear Charlotte Perkins Gilman (Yellow Wallpaper)

I have examined your wallpaper, discussed the scholarly attributes of shades of yellow, traced the edges of your unravelling with my mind, argued the merits of Gothic horror; marvelled at the brilliance of wording, the courage to define the nature of feminine madness, the boldness to highlight inequalities long before the establishment of a Person’s […]

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Maybe

Maybe I just needed a new perspective – like the famed Hanged Man of tarot – committed to some deep, internal need, willed a horizontal shift, landed with intent. Maybe it is not my legs that are disabled, but a soul longing to escape the continual discord of perpetual motion, a never-ending to-do list of […]

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The Art Of Survival

Learned the art of survival from father, a commando- trained warrior, never able to leave the battles behind A sharp-shooter, whose expert eye tracked our every fault, with sniper precision, shot us down. Innocence has no place when the enemy resides within; when trigger lines are camouflaged by wall- to-wall carpets, and young minds, craving exploration, […]

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