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She's wearing sandals and her toes are painted light blue. The sun catches her golden hair making it radiate. She's obviously searching for something.
I take a deep breath and stop her. I'm not from here either, but, maybe I can I help you find something? "Well, I was just looking for a little cafe to [...]

You were proper. Every strand of hair pulled back neatly. The bun placed perfectly at the top center of your head. Two very intentional tendrils framed your face — restrained and appropriate. Makeup applied in such a fashion that it was hard to tell it was even there. The only give away: your bright cheeks [...]

In this moment.
The weight of my mistakes
presses heavy on my chest
cracking my ribs
and the shoulders of another.
My throat thickens with tears
unshed for fear of not being caught
and kissed away.
One million fucking questions
and not a single answer.
No solutions. No alternatives.
Alone I stand left wanting.
In this moment
I remember what I left
in the back of a drawer
682 days [...]

the pipes and tunnels of life and sewage
overlap under the skin of our hearts and cities.
quiet. unnoticed.
until something breaks, bubbling up to the surface.
friends and city planners will proclaim
no one saw it coming!
it happened all of a sudden!
loved ones and mayors will rejoice
as the flooding stops
the pipes are mended
and the skin is restored
leaving only a [...]

We were a corn field dressed in fall colors;
Each beautiful, vivid, trembling leaf
a glorious indication of the cold end.
We burned our safe green hues at one another.
One last display of Yellow, and Red
and deep, deep, Orange.
All of our secrets clearly visible in the veins
that held our various colors together.
And our eyes never closed
for fear of [...]

I want to sit in a 3rd floor kitchen at dawn
looking out of wide open windows
without screens
watching the world wake up.

[...]

A Poem:

We first choose as a child first walks:
arms high, stance wide,
each stumbling step, however wavering,
leading in the same uncertain direction…

A Poem:

We are not settlers.
We can be convincing
with thank you notes and compromises,
but there is always truth –
the Hummingbird beating its wings
at the kitchen window — a buzz
in the back of our heads.