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I have been trying to undo myself a little bit at a time. I have stopped counting the vegetables when I make dinner. Every time I make a meal, I don’t count the number of peas, carrots, asparagus, mushrooms. I feel like I’m living… Continue Reading “Undo Myself – A Poem”
When she asked me how I was feeling, there was concern in her voice. I began to tell her, listing the places my body has taken me, the hills and valleys that I have had to climb, mountains that I have had to scale… Continue Reading “The Weather – A Poem”
I came out to myself, first. It happened in the forest that I would retreat to when I closed my eyes. There was a word for people like me. The crows would call out the name to each other and it sounded like home.… Continue Reading “The Star Among the Trees – A Poem”
If I close my eyes, I can see a forest made of glass. When I walk by the fragile trees, the glass acts like a mirror showing me pieces of myself preserved in time and kept like a library of memories and moments. I… Continue Reading “The Man with the Flappy Hand – A Poem”
I am pushing past the layers of myself. Using a sword, I try to find the portal to the deeper self which I hold inside. It has remained in the dark for too long. Letting the sword guide me with its light, I feel… Continue Reading “The Seashell and the Sword – A Poem”