Tag: poetry
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Becoming
Becoming isallowing the body to be a verb to keep going allowing everything toflow and changethe way the earth does to not only notice shifts and swellsarising over time and spacebut to touch them allow them to be touched. Bend and place your fingertips on the earthyour whole hand. Do you feel that? the pulsing.…
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December’s Eve
This poem was written by a dear friend who decided our ideas were worthy of poetry. This is our organic, spontaneous, joyful collaboration. It spilled out of our connection, and she caught all the gems, arranging them with her time, effort, and energy, creating what you see below. We had been talking & texting about…
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Acoustics
For years I’ve walked the little city blocks filled with houses square and oblong, small, large, and tiny hermit crab shells I’ve listened to the birds fill the spring morning and evening with their songs, and I’ve heard their echoes There is a canopy, a corridor of brick and vinyl, slate, and composite, asphalt, grass, and concrete…
Amy Secrist 