My palms press against water push through to my thighs while my legs flutter. I move forward. I don’t try to make the water disappear. I don’t want it to drain away. Instead I rejoice in the resistance against my muscles which strengthens them with every pull through the glistening ocean of […]
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The Budding Self
If I could only see myself the way I see my garden… In its fledgling flax and parched penstemon I see graceful limbs and ...
Hear the Music
I concentrate to play each note right Pluck the base, strum the treble. Focus on the beat, one-two-three-four. Oh, but don’t forget the syncopation! ...
When the Lights Go Out
When the lights go out in your house and you can’t even find a candle… When yellow gas seeps under the door frame ...
