“We are all just walking each other home.” - Ram Dass
“In all that I am, I am art first.” This was my opening line as I shamelessly flirted with you over drinks that night. You had asked me
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For many moments,
I am convinced,
I am not even a girl I know.
I dance along to the
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He sat behind the desk in his office with his eyes closed, leaning slightly back into the chair. He held something in his left hand, resting it lightly against his temple. With his right hand he ... [+]
One brisk, yet warm November day
I paused, set down my rake,
And took a moment to look upon
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In early October, in the forests of West Virginia, where the light of dusk fall is suffused with the red and green landscape of evergreen and oak, he carved a path along the mountain side too narrow ... [+]
Walking down below the shadows
looking far across the mind
voice of doubt kneeled and
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“Ohmygosh I haven’t even started that monumental thousand point project due tomorrow.” My friend sighed rubbing his eyes, “how far are you Kenley?”
“Oh, umm...” I hesitate. Sweat trickles down my
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Our surroundings, one
The universe, hath begun
Entropy presents, one condition:
Our souls
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Discord Night
I sit slouched on my bed. My back is tensed.
I’m out of songs to pick.
I
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Mr. Stesso was annoyed.
The 7:30 bus was late and an unshaven man with a large bag took the seat across from him two stops in. The bag cramped Mr. Stesso’s legs, and he could smell onions and
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Paper plates, paper cups.
Pink frosting on the
Heavy handle of my fork.
Flushed faces
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There were two kinds of creatures. Those of darkness, and those of light.
They lived in their separate worlds––those of darkness stepping from shadow to shadow, and those of light from sunbeam to
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I am a self-care goddess
I get up at 8 am
Straight from my bed into work out clothes
I
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Your eyes are green like freshly sprouted leaves, Noah wrote as John Denver's “Annie’s song” played tenderly in the background. No, that’s wrong. Her eyes aren’t the pale green of summer trees, or the ... [+]
Her blossoms open as the dawn warms her branches. “The purpose of this tree,” I sigh to myself, “is simply for the nourishment of animals’ bodies, and nourishment of my soul” A home to a bird family ... [+]
Blue-bells
coaxing melodies from morning grass. Blue sunlight
spilling into sidewalk cracks
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My name is Dan.
I'm Dan the Stickman.
I live with my Mom in her triangle blouse
There’s a
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