remind me who I am without the edges of my life without the random encounters bumped shoulders banalities, apologies face-to-face chance meetings found in the city surrounded by the buzz of human energy remind me who I am without the legroom of nature where the delicate flower can heal the wounds that isolation opened expanded, …

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A couple weeks ago I submitted a poem to The Power Plant Contemporary Art Museum’s Power of the Poets contest. The idea was to write based on an artist’s work. I chose Black Cloud by Carlos Amorales and wrote from the duality of this view of his work and our current state of isolation. Though …

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This morning’s writing session from Firefly Creative Writing began with a reading of Eagle Poem by Joy Harjo. Chris, who led the writing session, read the poem and asked us to find a word, or a phrase, or something else that struck a chord with this and do some free writing. For me, the line swept our hearts clean …

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There’s the kind of hugs that a toddler gives, the little humans who barrel down the hall at the sound of the front door opening. The hugs that hit you full force, mid-leg; you cannot move or reciprocate but only take in all that day-long, pent-up love, because as quickly as it started the squeezer …

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Somehow today, I started to think about all the things. It started with the idea that this is my final post of the year that I committed to writing at least one blog post each week. I began January 19 and wrote at least once a week for all but four weeks for the remainder …

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