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poetry

  • spidey sense
    Life Musings

    Spidey sense

    Spidey sense. I keep thinking about it and what it means. How the web weaved is safety and comfort but also sticky and sometimes I can get trapped there. In my own…

  • Poetry

    I love you, I love you, I love you

    The other day I was leaving work, and something weird happened. I got into the elevator and I was by myself and suddenly I remembered the feeling of what it used to…

  • Poetry

    How to be a Woman

    I first wrote this when I was in Ghana in 2014. It seems even more timely to share it now. I hope someday (soon) I can write a different poem. How to…

  • Poetry

    Telescope

    “Your heart is a telescope,” I hear a man on the radio tell me. “An empty bucket for collecting light.” It collects a lot of other things, too. Beach trash Pebbles with…

  • Poetry

    COEUR-age

    Many times I have sat down at my desk to write to you. To tell you so many things, to share the inside out becoming outside in, to try to put words…