September 19, 2018


Soon, they may ask you what you want to be when you grow up.
Sweet Smell of Sacrifice by Hannah Arin
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Just before your very eyes is a garden that will never die. It’s the only thing that ever is, all shapes, all forms, all bits of bits,
Now Mount Sinai was all in smoke, for the LORD had come down upon it in fire; the smoke rose like the smoke of a kiln, and the...
When the sandbox is overturned And the cucumber shoots are heavy with tiny crystals I chant summer summer summer And walk upstairs
We used to pray for rain to come. We had to pray. We had to call out to God and trust; trust that He’d meet our needs.
This cabin in the mountains is exactly halfway between the Zen monastery and the shooting range. Sometimes I hear the echoing pop of a...
It’s impossible for anyone living in the Greater Los Angeles area to forget the terrible fires of a few months ago.
The chick sat in the egg. Walls so soft and pure. His whole wide world, oh, so close and near. He’d simply spend his days, watching the...
Uncle, it’s but a whisper, the echo of your bare feet kissing the ocean floor. The tap of your staff on a cold marble floor.
In every generation Each of us must learn How to look at a stranger And see the beloved. In every generation Each of us must...
The morning sun rises and swipes open your eyes on her way up, up, up across the morning sky. A whole slice of the world has been...
This window frame, it holds my gaze. I wonder, how I might see beyond this pane. See beyond the windless wall, see the leaves when...
Valentine’s Day at MSD I go through my classes as my daily routine The fire alarm is pulled twice today An announcement is made to evacuate
Where the rain sinks deep into the soil and rises to the heights of a tree’s crown. Where the breath blows dandelion seeds into the sun...
Rest in Peace, my sweet friend, Kasha.  Nothing is beyond passing. The grass fades, as do our days. Even the Sun will cast its final ray.
I hope you find this world better than I did. And I don’t mean better air or cleaner water, although that’d be nice.
In this wondrous world of wedded opposites, of paradox after paradox I wonder what it is that pardons so much polarity?
Ah, to be human. How fearlessly we feel; and at our core, we know the truth: that it’s but a moment here. But alas, we get swept up in the...
Rain down Pure Joy upon my cheeks: tears, mine and the skies to share. Water, water, no taste, no form, Gives itself to herbs...
It started when Adam blamed Eve, deemed her the sole doer of misdeeds; and now as women we scream! We scream!
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