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Mariah

  • Poetry

    Ancestors

    Bone of your bone,
    flesh of your
    flesh.

    I rise
    from the ashes
    of your strife.

  • Poetry

    A house divided cannot stand

    Do not fear the shadow side of the moon,
    the double edged sword
    you carry in your hand.
    Feel, and never look back.
    Err, and do not retrace those steps.
    Stumble, and bear your scars with pride.

  • Poetry

    When I Die

    “I want to know my death
    makes me no less part of the tree.
    That dying can be as triumphant as tragic.
    I want to know that the hope of rebirth
    is just a season away.”

  • Life Musings, North America, Travel Stories

    The Spirit of the Land Pt. 1

    There were people(s) who knew intimately the spirit of the land because it was inside them. They were not separate from the beauty or terror of nature but revered it. Their stories have been rewritten, if not entirely erased but there are vestiges left behind. They are still with us. It is not yet too late.