Where do your poems grow?
Excerpt from Lin-Manuel Miranda’s new book “Gmorning, Gnight”
A simple breath, the bubble forms then floats in search of things adored keen awareness, filling bareness collections placed and interlaced a meaning soon restored. She dipped below an ocean wave And gave with grace a treasure saved of centuries old, its story told seasons… Continue Reading “Collections From Breathing”
When flying, they always say “place the oxygen mask over your own mouth and nose before assisting others”. This is a reminder to always take care of yourself first and, if lost, reclaim your position in life.
To taste the smells of distant shores contents of wares within wooden crates heaved on sturdy shoulders to reach my hand between the wooden slats and feel the relics like silk between my fingers those tastes of memories. To taste the smells of… Continue Reading “To Taste the Smells of Distant Shores”
The human course, it often baffles – the politics, ego, discord – who wants the giveaways of maniacs? No, they can keep their judgement raffles. But if something makes our bellies churn the core, an apple rotten, then curious it makes our eye perhaps,… Continue Reading “Keeping An Eye Out”