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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Prickly Conversations (audio)

"Prickly Conversations" (audio - poetic prose) For several days (maybe more) your invites, I ignored. I do hear you, but I would rather not be bothered by the heat and your prickly thorns. “Grab your camera!” I hear you saying to me, “You must see my canvas, that the monsoons transformed.” Fine! I will go! …

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Feathered Fans

My feathered fans took notice of me the one who turns their water sweet calming breaths, but radiating heat hovering close, they tried to cool me Their feathered fans, a pleasant breeze I appreciate their attempts to please but they only tired their tiny wings and I remained hot under my tree Between the flying …

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Inspired and Perspired

After a year of reaching and smiling through a screen we found each other again. Every Tuesday late afternoon, I walk across a sizzling lot and join other ladies, blood and limbs already hot. Songs fused with a Latin American flare, we step toward weightless joy and away from heavy cares. Passion moves our hips …

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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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Winding Road now Within (video)

I stood at the end of the winding road. Facing her, I admired her curves and tree-lined slopes. Before stepping away, I stretched my arms toward her lifegiving display, drawing in the uplifting energy she so graciously gave during my mountain stay. Like an entire universe contained on the top of a pin, I will …

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unWinding Road

The winding road unWound itself to the coast. Hugging her curvy edges and letting her absorb my tumbling thoughts, she welcomed me home. More than a meandering line drawn from the mountains to the shore, her canvas was touched by a Divine artist’s brush. Leafy arms tower above the striped narrow highway, offering seekers and …

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Reciting “Trees” in the Trees (video)

Trees by Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of …

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Traveling a Winding Road

Losing myself and finding myself, at the same time. How contradictory. How sublime. Have you experienced this? Do you understand? Maybe you felt it when touched by your lover’s gentle hand. Maybe it was revealed while you were pursuing your passions, allowing your mind to release all attachments. Maybe it spoke to you through words …

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