Trust (Page 2)

Street signs backed by a clear blue sky, at the intersection of Church and State Streets in Salem, Oregon.

One Nation Gone Under (article)

As someone who believes in God and who tries to follow the teachings of Jesus, it pains me to say this but…

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America First (a poem)

This America has always been, as you may have guessed, about conquest.

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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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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?

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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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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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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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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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Close-up of a lioness, open-mouthed, roaring, teeth bared in the light rain.

On Days Like Today (thoughts)

They have seen it all and stood strong despite the pushback. They have the scars to show for it, but they also have resilience.

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