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Morning Memo
Wake up. Feast on your favorite breakfast like the robin. Like the rabbits, with their ears poking up from the grass playing mindlessly, can we keep a sense of fun? The city scape is behind me. But I will soon be walking into it. Rolling laps of sun-streaked water...
The Unfolding
I place my notebook down on the table, then pick it up again, to lay it back down. I walk away and walk back, passing it by only to return. The words inside are scrambled, my mind spins a yolk–an embryo of thoughts all stuck together. Then it finally occurs to...
Timeless Word
I don’t think I am old yet. Maybe that’s because I don’t want to stop growing. I no longer hunger busyness. I have a taste for a quiet place, around me and in me. I thirst a quenchable thirst. I’m satisfied by soft unspoken Word that plays no tricks on my mind....
Our Mothers in Heaven
Like the new moon your face shines unseen. Your past now hidden in clouds of recollections. But as the sun streams through your smile in my dreams, you shatter the stars and light hearts for all eternity. Photos of my late parents by Janet Lew Carr at Danceworks...