Tag: writer
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Bloganuary: Willow Tree
Describe yourself as a tree I’m all hair and moodiness like a willow tree. With deep roots known for their toughness and tenacity to live, I’m still standing. I remember the first time I ever saw a weeping willow. I must’ve been five years old. I thought those long tangled branches could open like a…
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Bloganuary Prompt: What Makes Me Strong
This is one of those prompts that feels so important that I can’t seem to find the words to respond honestly. At first, I started writing about specific things that give me strength but it felt like a BuzzFeed list. These are tough to narrow down, but I like the challenge. One of the first…
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For My Eyes: A Bloganuary Poem
When I close the blindsand prying eyes don’t look inside an ease of my strokes is much easier to findIt’s by removing the lensthat I unearth again the truth of creationwithout any of the pretenseFor the river never stops whether you come to watch or lest you forget nature runs without clocksRemember your worth when…
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Never Alone: A Bloganuary Poem
You don’t need to have groundbreaking ideas every day, but you should find meaning in every moment. Even when poetry is the last thing I can get myself to write, I see it all around me. I see it in the way the power lines on my street look like crosses and in the scent…
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Bloganuary Prompt: Pear Tree
If you could, what year would you time travel to and why? When time travel comes to mind, I think of moments I’d return to rather than specific dates. I would try on feelings and memories again like an old pair of pants that haven’t fit for many years. Maybe I’d return to when I…
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Painting with Tarot Cards and Uncovering Life Lessons
In one of my most recent “From the Art” abstract painting time lapse videos, I experimented with something a little out of my comfort zone. I combined a developing spiritual practice with my painting practice and became the vessel for what unfolded. While I do this often in the comfort of total solitude, sharing it…
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Surface Tension
He held me on the sidewalk while bodies passed, dodging us like we were delicate birds in the middle of the road. I stained his jacket like the rain looming above our heads threatened to stain the city. We had been here before. Me grieving a loss of something I’d never had. Him towering over…
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Is There a Right Way to Argue?
Stubbornness. I’m right, you’re wrong. You lose, I win. The classic draw between two; a never-ending battle to the death. We’re all familiar with this game, and though we play it more when we’re young, it never fully goes away. Take a look at the political climate we’re facing right now. These are adults we’re…
Spiral Alchemy 