poems

Basta

Women of the world I’ve had enough. You do not always have to appear strong; Vulnerability is the key to creativity. You are not…

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Huascarán

Happiness is The pebbled trail ahead Shrouded in the mist of dawn All of my layers unshed Coffee still warm in my belly We’ll…

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03/2015

When I die I want to return as a buoy Floating, bobbing, weightless Savasana My only job to hold the line between two worlds…

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