Category: Vignettes of a Soul
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California Trees
We are surrounded by gentle giants. But it wasn’t until I moved to Los Angeles that I realized. Branches and leaves reach up to the sky from the patch of land between the concret slabs. They fan out over homes, and cut their shadows across the dry desert heat. New York races its buildings past…
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The End In the Middle Of It All
When you get to the end in the middle of it all and there is still more, so much more, but it’ll be over soon, but you are so tired and you’ll regret this break tomorrow and the next day and over the weekend when you’re trying to get everything back running but right now.…
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The Worreativity Stone
The stone found me in Greece. Slipped in a pocket; ported over borders and borders and oceans and lands Four smooth grooves (Or two depending on who’s counting) Perfect for the shape of my stubby thumb Cupped neatly in the valley of my palms Taking on the wear and tear that would rip me apart…
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The Rush of a Quiet Storm
The hill tips over a points it’s way down through a jungle of lights and cars and shadowed pedestrians. On the days when it’s perfect, after the rush of the hours at work after the rush of the cars driving home, when the rush is the blur of the lights that stay green. Down the…