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  • 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.”

  • Poetry

    Skeleton Leaves

    Don’t argue with yourself. “A house divided cannot stand.” There will be many battles with raised voices, debates that last into the night with weary pauses in-between. There will be conflict and…

  • Life Musings

    The Color of September

    “Around the color of September,” she told me, eyes glancing at the sky. A soft smile played on my lips, not wanting to reveal her mistake, yet thinking of how lovely and…