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Balance
BalanceRight pulls.Left resists.Forward leans.Back strains.The core gives permissionif we aren’t steady.Too far left.Too far right.Forward.Backward.Too quickly.We sway.We fall.Step, squat,stand.Step, squat,stand.Reach right.Hold.Reach left.Hold.Lunge forward.Rise.Lunge back.Rise.The body workseach side,again,again,until strengthstands tall.The body learnsto livebetween falls.Between fallswe live.Gravity wants medown.I rise.I stand.I rise.I stand.We sway left.We sway right.We tip forward.We tip back.But we must stay centered.To our core.Or…
Peridot Parrot
I don’t belong.Not really.Alien greenis what they seefirst.Too bright, too strange,eyes darting,head cockedsidewaysat every quiet murmurthey think:I missed. My garnet wings flick once,bloodstone weighted and sharp,trimmed in lapis lazuli—like bruises dressed upto look like decoration. I spit out wordsalready heard,but arrangedwrong,somehow.Misread.Misstressed.Misunderstood. The amber tip of my beakclicks closed too late.They’ve flown.Every syllablea shimmy they didn’t…
Replenish
“Good farmers, who take seriously their duties as stewards of Creation and of their land’s inheritors, contribute to the welfare of society in more ways than society usually acknowledges…” — Wendell Berry Our solemn duty:Refill what we have swallowedRestore what drought has stolenAs sacred streams retreatOnce-fruitful fields die dryAnd soil cracks beneath barren sky.We must give…
The Power of Revision in Writing
I hate this poem. At the time it was posted, though, I probably thought it was brilliant. Looking back, I can see why. I was exhausted. Not poetic exhaustion. Real exhaustion.
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