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Riverside Park

Some days, my eyes drift down like leaves falling to the ground they do not fight the wind they say, “Thank you,” and move on. Others, they cry– and don’t even know why– it doesn’t feel like rain it just feels like a mess I have made. Listen as I run. Footsteps left behindContinue reading “Riverside Park”

On Paper

words flow out like water you were made to create carry each line with care glide over them like a feather on glass you are made of stars; let them be your pen. April 16, 2016

A Poem

Sometimes, it’s not enough to write a poem. ………………………………………. “Feel it on your back,” she told me from the church cellar. “Know it by name,” he whispered through the garden; he chased the snake but only I could tell. “Let it loose,” she sang, leading the students to the edge, bird cage inContinue reading “A Poem”

A simple life a solo life is not a life off-course, . We must teach our sails to turn to a new wind . I want to learn what it is like to be accepted by my own skin, . I want to feel what it is like to pull the oars and steer .Continue reading “Flow”