Heart Beats on a City Street

Words, the author’s building blocks, filling half a city block. One after another, bound words, alphabetized and organized, surrounded by gray bricks, one after another, neatly stacked. Words transformed into books and bricks transformed into a building, by artists’ hands, inviting others to step in. I meant to accept the invitation and lose myself in …

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A Hopeful and Musical Reflection

The framed featured photograph of the Twin Towers (above) had a place of prominence in my current office for over eight years. Hanging on the wall directly across from my office door and to the right of my computer, I have gazed at this photo countless times for a total of seventeen years. Even though …

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Spirit of the Land

"Love Poem" by Leslie Marmon Silko Rain smell comes with the wind out of the southwest. Smell of sand dunes tall grass glistening in the rain. Warm raindrops that fall easy (this woman) The summer is born. Smell of her breathing new life small gray toads on damp sand. (this woman) whispering to dark wide …

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Tumbleweed Spirit

You scratched me, sometimes bringing blood to the surface. Wrapped in play and imagination, I did not notice. You offered see-through walls, never permanent. We lived in the center of a thorny dream, in a dusty land of make-believe. Ruled by the field's young King and Queen, our tumbling fortress did scatter during sleep. The …

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A Woman Never Tells

Oh, the lessons I could tell and the wisdom I could channel as I approach another birthday, making me all the wiser. Wisdom earned, not through deep regrets or extended bouts of brokenness, but mostly through persistence, purposeful direction, and a healthy dose of Divine intervention. Plenty of blood, sweat, and tears too. I could …

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Ding-Dong, Let’s Dance!

Seven nights of this! It has been fun and reminiscent, but I am tired! I need to rest. Every night, for a straight seven, the same routine – as soon as I fall asleep, the doorbell rings. A faint ding-dong redirects the plot of my sleeping dream. In the dark and in my current dream …

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Man, am I dreaming?

Let me look at you, before you get undressed. Less is not always more, more is sometimes best. In your tailored attire, adorned with a Guccie tie, covering a physique so fine. Sigh Your collar getting tight? Don’t change a thing, Dearest Darling. I could stare all night. Before you loosen that tie and pop …

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Radish Seeds Buried under Concrete

Peel away the layers white stripes, black tar concrete, steel bars Under the commotion rolling treads, flying rocks choking fumes, forward motion Under the worn highway a lost object not protected by the endangered species act A buried polaroid is fading a vanishing family history an ongoing universal story A home once stood a girl …

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Please let me dance again

Several weeks ago, I submitted a story to Dr. Phoebe’s site (phoebemd.com) and I am pleased to share, the piece was published last Friday, April 9th. My submission is a personal story about a few seconds that almost drastically altered how I move through life. Sharing the experience stirs vulnerability in me, but I chose …

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A Poet Prepares to Read

Only one more light before I turn left, then right. Ten more seconds to decide – Which lines will it be? What feels right on this Friday eve? Mind searching, scanning for the feel right poems. This one, too long. That one, too sad. Love is the answer that came to me, just before the …

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