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A close-up photo of a man handing a handful of soil to a girl, who has her hands cupped just below his.

Legacy (thoughts)

Good, bad, and ugly, we have all been given a legacy. It is up to us to decide what pieces, if any, are worthy of handing down…

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A book lies open on a moss-covered stump in a forest. From its pages appear three sparkling, bird-like apparitions of pages flying away into the daylight.

Words (a poem)

Within Every Single Word Lies Strength.   Opening Minds Revealing Hearts Long Stagnant.

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A close-up view of a rock climber's hand gripping a handhold on a natural cliff outcropping

Falling (a poem)

I’m falling apart, and a part of me is falling, falling to the ground below.

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Two friends, a ivory-colored, stuffed bunny and brown teddy bear, sit on the shore beside the still waters of a forest lake, dreaming and remembering. Viewed from behind, the bear has his left arm lovingly wrapped around his friend's shoulders.

Someday, Sometime, Somewhere (an anaphoric poem)

Somehow you will get through it all

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Two ladies, with coffee cups in front of them, sit beside each other at a wooden table on an outdoor patio. Each is looking away, seemingly to avoid a difficult situation or a troubling conversation. Their body language suggests that they are experiencing a communication problem after having a personal conflict.

Miss Understanding (a poem)

Sometimes, it feels quite personal,
an attack directed at me.

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The United States Declaration of Independence, lying on a wooden table, with an American flag casually draped across the table above it.

Liberty (article)

Liberty is having agency over one’s own destiny and decisions. Liberty cannot truly exist without the ability to govern what happens to and with one’s own body.

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A diverse group of people wait in line to vote at a local polling location.

One. (article)

After the last vote has been cast and the election is decided, the real work begins.

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Watching you breathe (a poem)

It’s quiet.
Except for nurses
in the hallway.

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A photo composite of vintage punk vinyl album sleeves from the late 1970s and early 1980s, including Ramones, The Clash, Sex Pistols, The Fall, Savage Republic, and Dead Kennedys. The overlayed image contains the silhouette of a spike-haired punk rocker jumping with one leg in front and the other bent backward at the knee. Overall the finished piece is red, orange, yellow, and black with elements that obscure the LP art behind it.

To me, punk is love. (thoughts)

We stand up, shout out, punch up, and don’t punch out until the message is heard loud and clear.

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A lone white and yellow frangipani flower on a cement floor.

Shame, shame, know your name (article)

Shame can be a strong force for positive change. At the same time, shame can stunt my growth.

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Change (Page 6)

Words (a poem)

Falling (a poem)

Someday, Sometime, Somewhere (an anaphoric poem)

Miss Understanding (a poem)

Watching you breathe (a poem)

Shame, shame, know your name (article)

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