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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Saturday Shorts – The High School Years

As I explained in my first "Saturday Shorts" post, my posts tend to be long poems or short stories, that can take a few minutes to read (or listen to). However, not all lines I write are long; I also scribble short poems during my days. These β€œshorts” are random thoughts, a few lines here …

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