Let your Spirit take Flight! (dance)

Grounded, I know how to be. Feet planted for         writing,            teaching,               listening,                  gardening,                     meditating,                        photographing,                           cooking and serving,                              bed-side tending,                                 and for clothes and hearts that need mending. A responsible grown-up – you can count on me most of the time I am a focused woman moving through tasks but sometimes I must toss aside …

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Easter Eggs and a Glossy Train (personal narrative)

Easter brings an early sunrise, reflection, time outdoors, and dinner with my family. Sometimes we place flowers at the cemetery and sometimes I get to hug two adorable great nieces. Even more rare are drives to the Pacific Coast during the Easter weekend. However the holiday weekend unfolds, it is peaceful. Easter hasn't always been …

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A Detour & A Desert Dance (personal poetic prose)

Consider, how far you’ve come and how, with your face to the sun and with one foot in front of the other, you will get where and what you are intended. A detour on my way to a three-day desert escape… With my car idling, I was a stranger outside looking in. Beyond the (once …

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Here’s (not) looking at you kid

A plan hatched, ready to be executed… (might be my fate after this night) Shimmy and pry the window, shut tight. Shhhh, quiet. Push flowerpot aside, then slip through the small crack. Carefully. Don’t break the glass! Slide window and flowerpot back. Feet and spirit ready to run away from confinement and toward fun. I …

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Turquoise, Chili Peppers, and Meow Wolf

A long weekend with Sammi Lee now complete – a weekend that will forever standout as a special memory. I loved finding her at the airport – a tabletop transformed into a productive space; a beautiful woman immersed in a world where she creates. I loved flying with her to a place we'd never been, …

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Candy Apple Red

There she goes bumping down the road wrapped in candy apple red Silverado short bed windows down, music up blond lift held with Aqua Net Nice truck! more than one said not talking wheels, I suspect She complements her spring birth month bull strength and stubbornness She’s no bull in a china shop though with …

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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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Spinning to the Center

An eight by six-foot mat, free-floating and grey – just enough cushion to protect long muscles and absorb the long day. Spinning to the center of self on squares, snapped together that appear dull and lifeless. Appearances deceive. Grounding grey underneath vibrates, hums, and pulses with passion, sweat, and tears. A dancer ready to spin …

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His last two quarters

An intimate and touching excerpt about adult children making end-of-life decisions just after their father took his final breath. A true story that is both highly personal and widely universal. ................................... “Have you considered what you would like your father to wear to the mortuary?” the hospice social worker, Shawn, asked. My brother, Nick, and …

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Wild One (audio poem)

Wild One - audio poem by Michele Lee Wild One, you have changed. I barely recognize you most days; not even your scent remains the same. I see less and less of your openness and ruggedness. I sense less and less of your earthiness and rowdiness. Your wild nature now tame. Wild One, you once …

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