Poetry — Before the beginning was the end, and how we suffered through that end! Or maybe, there was a sense of relief, a feeling of weight lifted from our shoulders Because for us who think of ourselves as gods (of course, of a lesser order ​​ — since our miracles are questionable, ​ ​…

Poetry — I will not sabotage myself. I will rest when I am tired, hoping, I will wake again, to pursue my work when rested. I persevere: Even if I have not the favor of the odds. I adjust my expectations. Maybe I even compromise. Maybe I fail. (I won’t let go…

On fear of failure — I’m returning to school and nearing my fifth decade on Earth. I am older than before. I know, we all are. Just disregard all those poems and posts I wrote about age being only a number. At least for me, age matters today. To apply to the program I’m interested…

Essay — Aging bodies, still mind. I am a witness of this body, its life. I am intimately intertwined with it, this body. What is age? A construct? A reminder that this life we live is one and only one? Maybe age is there to assertively tell us that there is no…

Returning home — Texas is brown from the sky. How is it, in my imagination, so green? Is everything that seems so bright, and green, from below, truly brown, when we are looking from above? When I see myself in a mirror, am I brown? I wonder now, am I looking at myself from…

A Poem — I am you, always after you, chasing. I am your reflection, trapped in your behaviors, Living in this jail, looking at you: always. I have no choice but to witness: envy. Only if I could feel, if I could only touch: but I’m nothing. Only a reflection am. An image you…

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Poetic Prose — What sweetness do you hide among your thorns, friend? That the spreaders of life go and play among your filaments, flower?

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