Transition

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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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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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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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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