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prophetic dreams blood and feathers shots in the night the shrinking ground edging forward towards open sky or the abyss struggling in the dark looking for the light hoping to fall up bruised by being held down no space for … Continue reading

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I Am

I have a majick life unlikely but true fiction worthy times are mine I have a majick life attracting the miraculous the preciously unpredictable surrounded by confirmation unfolding from nothing taller than MT Thai on time every time in time … Continue reading

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lifted measure two

some will not come they won’t hear the drum the cannon roars the air is thin the time is always now marching believers know this they are lacing their boots uphill forward there is no other way never has been … Continue reading

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a final dream of flight

i have a pen i have written my own story i read yours it was narrow sad predictable on so many levels it did not predict my flight i wrote it over the text offered i spoke it softly looking … Continue reading

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dreams of flight/ 1

if you bought land in the country i would go i would learn to make jam i would become a country woman & maybe the days would find the beat of my life growing out of the ground smelling like … Continue reading

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on freedom & suffering

to own nothing is to be free or so its said suffering is caused by want they say small footprints with no sign of your passing they say i say sing loudly want things own your want your sorrow your … Continue reading

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one path to transformation

it was a thought a hunger a whisper a nudge, an invitation wanna dance? i said yes. i was good at no. it left me in the no where. so i said yes. yes opened a door- wanna dance? yes. … Continue reading

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