Strength (Page 2)

The spirit of a Native American woman, walking forward in strength. Free spirit and protection concept.

Generations (a poem)

I stand tall, proud,
find strength in who I am,
inspired by my ancestors.

A lonely woman sits alone in the back row of an empty movie theater. The orange/red seats are illuminated, from above, by a yellow light.

What it feels like (a poem)

Surrounded by people, blind to the tension. This patchwork relationship, this marriage of convenience, is falling apart.

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Am I more afraid of failure or success? (article)

Sometimes we, as artists, hold our creations close to the vest when they are meant to be released into the wild, to find new life and horizons beyond their creators.

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Hundreds of golden fireflies illuminate a night scene amongst tall grass in a thicket of trees. Photo taken in a forest in Thailand.

Performance Anxiety (a poem)

I walked out of the din, wandered into the yard. I never thought performing would be so damned hard.

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Praying hands with faith in religion and belief in God on blessi

What does faith look like? (article)

I bought into the thought that faith was independent of trust.

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A couple holding hands, facing toward the sun, with a bright sun flare between the silhouetted fingers against a pale blue sky.

fell (a poem)

hand in hand, we left that day, together, come rain or shine.

the longer i live, the more i see, it’s true that love is blind.

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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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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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Black, plastic letters spelling out "ASK MY PRONOUNS" on a reusable, wood-framed square sign, nestled on a wrinkled rainbow PRIDE flag.

They/Them (article)

I hope you will join me in this act of solidarity as I stand up for those who are being forced to assimilate with a societal construct that does not fit them or reflect their lived experience.

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Strength (Page 2)

Generations (a poem)

Am I more afraid of failure or success? (article)

Performance Anxiety (a poem)

What does faith look like? (article)

fell (a poem)

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