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Spirit Child

I think the greatest gift my mother gave me was to not see meTo not project her own dogmaOr societal … Continue reading Spirit Child

Poems, Pups--Rhino and Chaser, Studio

Period in Time

When we can danceWith the limited bodyAnd unlimited spiritThe real danceOf life beginsWhen spirit is knownAnd fear of death is … Continue reading Period in Time

Collage, Poems

This Old House

Our bodies, our homeMade of flesh and boneAre finite and will crumbleLike sand from stoneEven with constant upkeepEven a carpenter’s … Continue reading This Old House

Poems

Shame Destroys

Shame destroys.It blinds the heart,And buries the soulUnder layers of lies.We look goodAnd act normal,To stay hidden and safe–But the … Continue reading Shame Destroys