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My Mother Calls to Me
By Nancy Powell Here beneath this towering tree Atop this granite rock Lazy lying on this bed of straw My mother calls to me
Boat as metaphor
Last weekend I had the pleasure of sitting with a circle of dreamers at Caritas Spiritist Center. It was another chance to sit with Jeremy
Jenny Kissed Me
By Leigh Hunt Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in: Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into
The Consort
When I was a child, my mom told me that before I was born, she’d hoped I’d be twins, because she wanted to have another
Haiku collection 2
Today I’m pleased to offer another collection of haiku by Jaelynne Tolman, dedicated to Kim, who has taught me a lot about moving while at
Cave as Metaphor
When I imagine caves for myself, they don’t usually astonish me with color, like the formations in John’s photo do. Rather they are dark and
Light and Dark
By Karen Deal Robinson In midsummer, vines fill my window, And the sun hides high above the eaves, And can’t find the crystal I’ve hung
Pursued through Cinder Block Corridors
Starting when I was very young, maybe three years old, I had a recurring nightmare: I’m running away from someone who intends to hurt me
Michelangelo Reborn: A Bright Shadow Tale
Today I’d like to tell you a story. I learned it from Jeremy Taylor, my dream work mentor, colleague, and beloved friend. The first time