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Pollution

expectations: a dirty word,heaped upon my shoulders like coal,blackened soot charring the inside of the stove,forcing oily clouds to the sky — pollutingeverything.

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Self-Inflicted Wounds

Lungs Soggy.Heaviness under the ribs,Sorrowful with whatifs. Heartbeats like bullet points.Words like drops of blood on the page,Dripping from self-inflicted wounds.

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Waiting for Dreams

The trees are silver in the moonlight and The chimes sing in the wind. It speaks a different language — the wind. One of breaths and sighs and longings. It exhales cleansing caresses With sweet release. I dance on my … Continue reading

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Awareness

Some things I noticed as I left the yoga studio the other morning: crisp airsmall puffs of air from people exhalinglow clouds blanket the city but not low enought to oppress or smother — just to hold, in breathless anticipation. … Continue reading

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Hope

Tightness behind my sternum, waiting. Lungs not full — yet. And heart beating fast. Skin on my cheekbones tingle, opening its pores with emerging antennae picking up Frequencies of hope. Lips parched, thirsty for memories, wanting more than offered. Do … Continue reading

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"There’s a Purple Door on my Street"

lacy evergreens, squishy mud, cerulean blue ceiling and almost-gray clouds; yet the sun warms my right ear. purple and yellow newness share their joy with a springish day and gravel squeaks under my feet. ripples in rain puddles and swirls … Continue reading

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