Introspection (Page 5)

Viewed from above, 15 wooden figurines, made from white pine, stand atop a table. They are surrounding a single red figurine, which is lying on its side amongst them. The image represents bullying, harassment and loneliness.

When I look  (a poem)

I have been thinking, a lot, the last two days—about who I want to be in this moment.

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Cartoon rendering of two men arguing and insulting each other. Enemies arguing and name-calling.

A Quiet Reminder (article)

What makes us better than the people whose votes and actions we oppose?

(350 words)

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The glow of a distant city beneath a desert sky full of stars.

Core (a poem)

i am the words i speak, i’m the things i do, i’m not how i look, or the things i accrue. you try to define me with the simplest of words but i’m far beyond that, though you think it absurd.

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A young woman reaches over, from beneath flowered blankets, to press the snooze button on a black digital alarm clock radio. The green, glowing numbers show that it is 6:00 AM.

A Not So Normal Day (a poem)

I awaken again, to the alarm bell ringing, hit snooze just one more time. Then close my eyes, let go once more, giving in to sleep sublime.

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Black smoke in the shape of a side portrait of a woman's face. The black tendrils of smoke create the feeling of long wavy hair blowing in the wind. Double exposure.

Awkward Moments (a poem)

This is one of those
awkward
moments,
we all have them
and yet in the midst of it
I feel so foolish,
exposed,
helpless,
and alone.

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A man, caringly holding his hand out to help a woman, who is sitting on a hospital bed with her hand in his. The main focus is on their hands.

Give (an anaphoric poem)

Give thanks. Give attention, acceptance, kindness. Give of your heart. Give comfort. Give peace, joy, happiness. Give of your soul.

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An empty, snow-covered, arctic winter landscape; a snowy desert field with a person walking away toward a blue sky at the horizon.

Dry (a poem)

It’s winter again, it’s snowing outside, and my soul is as dry as my hands. A frozen wasteland, no less of a desert. My heart is parched like the sands.

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A reclusive girl, in a red dress, sitting alone on a lone rock in the middle of a river, in the early morning

Reasoning (a poem)

Everything’s already been said. There’s nothing left to say.

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Close-up of a weathered and cracked, white statue of an angel leaning on a table, head down, hands clasped, fingers interlocked, praying. Located in an Uruguayan cemetery.

Scars (a poem)

It’s been years since the cut
and I still feel the pain.

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A plain gold wedding Ring sits upright between two curved pages in an open Bible. Back lighting creates a shadow in the shape of a heart, which extends into the crease.

I feel you (a poem)

The tilt of your head, the lilt in your voice, the look in your eyes, I don’t have a choice. The words that you say, the ones that you don’t, the volumes unspoken, it’s clear that you won’t.

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Introspection (Page 5)

Reasoning (a poem)

Scars (a poem)

I feel you (a poem)

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