Love

The River Flows Deep (a poem)

The river she flows deep tonight, her banks are overrun, washing away the heaviness, collapsing ’neath the flood.

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A senior woman and her adult daughter dancing together at home.

Thoughts in the Stillness (a poem)

Hey Mom, If you were still here…

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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 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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A young girl, wearing jeans, a red shirt, tall boots, a winter hat with a pom-pom, and a black backpack, walks along a grass-covered ridge near a river at sunset.

Some thoughts while sick at home.

Some of my ancestors crossed an ocean to live in a land they had never seen. Some lived out their entire lives in one place, never venturing outside of their village, never seeing an ocean.

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