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I’m looking down at the red line that connects me to you. I’ve been trying to find the journey that I carry. As I look down at the roadmap of my palms, the paper surface of my skin crinkles as I turn it this… Continue Reading “The Map On My Palm – A Poem”
Grief is malleable. It shifts and moves like water through the mind. There are steps that have been forgotten. Grief is a caterpillar in the cocoon, and it has to completely lose its form and become nothing before it takes its final shape, growing… Continue Reading “The Unknown Stages of Grief – A Poem”
*For Sylvia You have taught me a new way to use my voice. The brush and pallet knife are extensions of my arm. I’m no longer afraid to try new things and explore the forest of possibilities, to part the trees or grass that… Continue Reading “Dance Across the Canvas – A Poem”