Spaces for sunlight

I wrote this poem back in 2016, but these words have been going through my head for days: ...holding breath is not the way to breathe. Tensing muscles is not the way to stretch, and crumbling is not always breaking but a way of coming together with a space for sunlight... I went into yoga... Continue Reading →

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My work is to always remember this

I wrote most of this a few years ago after reading this article for the first time.  I have edited it some for confidentiality and brevity.  What is your work? ****** My work is to know this: the young man who punched a hole in my office wall and told me every week for 6... Continue Reading →

The Real Yoga: Powerful and known

I got glasses when I was around 10 years old.  I didn’t know I needed glasses, but when I left the eye doctor with those glasses, I was amazed: who knew trees had leaves you could see?  I could read signs!  Everything was brighter, more detailed, and beautiful. At 10, I was already dancing (ballet)... Continue Reading →

52 Cards: A Poem in 5 Acts

I. When I realize it’s been months since I wrote a poem I wonder why I’ve had nothing to say. Wonder why words do not burn my skull, why feelings do not pour from my fingers, why rage no longer screams my veins until I drip words- small, heavy, metallic - from artery to floor.... Continue Reading →

Teach me to be a window

I lost a friend this week.  A smart, vibrant, compassionate, passion-filled young woman I have known since she was small lost her life to brain cancer, and I am heart-broken.  The world was just brighter knowing she was in it.  My life is better for having had her in it. For most of us, navigating... Continue Reading →

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