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March 5, 2018

The bird in her cage does not know

what it is like

to fly along the wind currents

like a mighty force of nature.

I.

The bird has lost her voice after years of

singing to the sun in the morning

and crying to him at night,

for he was her only company,

and his departure left her f...

March 5, 2018

Someday, I want to count how many stars are in the sky.
I want to hear the stories from the constellations themselves,
And I want to talk to the moon.
I can’t imagine the magnitude of the wisdom
Which would escape the galaxies if they could shift
Into mortal entities
A...

March 5, 2018

     Picture yourself in a boat on a river

     With tangerine trees and marmalade skies

     I grasp Izzy’s hand too tightly as Beatles music encapsulates the crowd. I’ve never wanted to attend a civil rights rally before, and now I’m being shown exa...

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