My Mother Taught Me Things
from: 108 Days of American Sentence – Day 9: Arms Wrap Around Me
I am surrounded, supported, and loved by strong, beautiful women.
Read Moreimagination experiments of a stardust yogini
from: 108 Days of American Sentence – Day 9: Arms Wrap Around Me
I am surrounded, supported, and loved by strong, beautiful women.
Read More“Creativity ignited a spark. In that moment, I saw that art is not peripheral, beauty is not optional, but a strategy for survival.” – Terry Tempest Williams
I walked away a long time ago so that I could find out who I am.
Read MoreWe moved to a small room in an annex to the Poetry Project at St. Mark’s Church. Nada Gordon was teaching – I think we were free-writing, getting warmed up.
My marriage was a disaster and I did’t necessarily feel like feeling anything – so I focused on the room and the sounds and the imagery and the energy of nervous writers filling the space. I put a lot of pressure on writing to take the place of music.
I’m guessing this happened in 2004.
Read MoreTangent pulled from the middle of this free-write: Brunettes. I love dark boys, the dark hair, the dark skin, the pale eyes. I never thought I had a type, but looking back I see I have a thing for Mediterranean men. Darker men. I love curly hair and almond-shaped eyes. Light brown eyes, green eyes, blue eyes. Oh, but dark hair and lovely sharp features.
Read MoreI became stronger, braver, softer, and far happier than I have been in a very long time.
Read Morelove, faith, and trust make change a whole lot easier
Read MoreWe experienced our grief in a new way – between our teeth, on our tongues, in our bellies. We were full. Our sadness was complete.
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