It was a discretionary tale of humbleness, a precipice of love that could not be easily explained, only examined beneath…
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Dancing in the Winds
Illiteracy is rampant. People are out of communication.Karen Black Illiteracy is rampant, and somewhere along the way, people have mistaken…
The Embrace of August
August comes in golden,warm as breathagainst the back of my neck,bright as a griffinwatching over the edge of morning. She…
Her Intuition Was Not a Guess
A woman’s intuition is not a rumorfloating around the roomlooking for somewhere to land. It is not paranoia.It is not…
The Lion at the Gate
The lion walks beside menot as an ornament,But as a sentinel. He does not roarfor trivial applause.He does not perform…
The Garden of Possibilities
The Garden of Possibilities I have loved rainlong before I knewIt was a kind of literacy. The sky opens its…
The Gods Walk Beside Her
And the gods, too, know my name. Papa Legba stands at the gate,hat tilted, cane in hand,opening the roadwith a…
Moving Forward, Without Looking Back
I am grateful for so many things nowthat even my silence has started keeping a list. For the mornings that…
Yesterday’s Passion, Today’s Cool Running
Last night, I saw it clearly,And I smiled. The connection is a slow burn now,not the wildfire it used to…
Vocabulary for Sweetness
I have always believed in sweetnessshould have standards. It should not arrive desperate,powdered, trembling,begging to be chosenfrom behind the bakery…
Healing Majestically 