Girl Dad. Founder. Builder. Believer. Breaker. Writer; Irresponsible linguist. Poet; apprehensive towards convention.Teacher. Student. Dreamer. "I'm just the hobo on the street giving away my pennies." - Ray Jasper
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Let’s try this again. We made it. We get another chance to get it right. I’m keeping my resolutions to myself, but the list isn’t short, and it’s different than it has been in the past. Every thing I am, or have. I want more of it. Every gap I have, I am building bridges to cross. I’m ready to work. That said, sweet queen mother universe... Help. supreme alpha and omega father God... Help... Let ‘20 be the darkest moment before daybreak. Let last year be winter, come and gone. We may not deserve spring dawn... but shit it would be nice. https://www.instagram.com/p/CJhl8TWleI_/?igshid=vfsnqgfbfisg
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12.29.2020 // for blocked writers considering ignorning conventions when the number of syllables in a haiku are not enuf. https://www.instagram.com/p/CJZXW7OlIsG/?igshid=lnzv693d1qi4
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haiku 12.28.2020 https://www.instagram.com/p/CJW9NY3Fmn2/?igshid=lcjgvc5jpws5
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12.23.2020 thoughts while wrapping... free verse + free write for context. https://www.instagram.com/p/CJKSjmJlu8l/?igshid=1i0gx3dqy99gz
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I’m not a dreamer / I talk to God before bed / I’m a prayer. (8.27.19) #haiku https://www.instagram.com/p/B1r7qP4Fn0a/?igshid=125phkq3gdz35
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Slauson boy: You never met half of the people who will miss you. But you left folks with a roadmap. You left folks with a path they can walk along. You left it better than you found it, and with lives longer, most will struggle to take it farther. Well done. Rest easy. (at The Marathon Clothing) https://www.instagram.com/nilesheron/p/Bv55ZUJg0dR/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=wvl2st1lv85w
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Haiku 3.18.19 (at Detroit, Michigan) https://www.instagram.com/nilesheron/p/BvNd5fWAaRe/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1cbaalwaeku2d
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2.23.19b https://www.instagram.com/p/BuP-T0KASG7/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=crkkglc2ic5q
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2.23.19 https://www.instagram.com/p/BuP9e3tAiTY/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1n29jw3b7dit3
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haiku 2.17.19 https://www.instagram.com/p/BuCtlpwAzF_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1qmy5a1otu680
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2.6.19 https://www.instagram.com/p/Btkg0DzAhV8/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1tah1hk5t0kzi
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I’m trying to get more intentional about writing (something) every day, whether or not I post it. Sometimes, that writing ends up with random fragments and quotes and things... sometimes I keep it all for myself, until I find a therapist. Anyway — Freewrite excerpt, 2.4.19 https://www.instagram.com/p/Bte6SmvAlau/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=z1e102wysuzz
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“I hope I made you feel something, because you made me feel everything.”
— Gemma Troy (via syntacked)
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Time is a river that constantly baptizes us. We are all, always, all ways, standing at her bank, wondering whether we are deposit, withdrawal, or currentsy.
Freewrite Fragments, 2.3.19
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Fragments, Black History is American History https://www.instagram.com/p/BtW3Oq3AOEG/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=9w4jhga1ttmm
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don’t love me quiet, love me roared. #freewrite #writersblock https://www.instagram.com/p/BtOvrGxgg5H/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=c5xqf1rzwopz
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self-edits #haiku 2.1.18 (live) — they cut us down from / the sky; left lights on so we / could find our way home. #BlackHistoryYear #AdobeDraw
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