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Elements: Part 1

Author Note: This is being inspired by a painting from local artist Ryan Holmes that was shared for a writing prompt. Nobody told me it would feel like this, melting into water, into nothingness. Why did I have to watch my face disappear?  My hands melt? My feet dissipate even though I could still stand? I was in a room of mirrors, brightly lit. I stood on a floor made of air. There were three…

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6-hour

What if there was only a 6-hour workday? What would I do with the two wild, precious hours returned to me? I channel my inner Mary Oliver, memorized, internalized from the dog-eared copy by my bed. I make plans for those 10 hours, visions, missions swirling in my mind. My Apple Watch chirps, reminding me those hours are fictitious, aspirational. What if there was only a 6-hour workday? What…

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A-I

A robot in I Or am I the robot, artificial in the real world? My motherboard is fried, but I function in a commotion of digital thought Are my thoughts just machine learning to my nurture versus nature self? My juxtaposition, binary We will become a singularity, all of us collapsing into a mainframe What happened to the joy of simple, disconnected things? Our processing is faulty, dirty…

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Spartans

We are Spartans, bright and strong. You cannot mute our warrior song. When one of us falls, we fall as one. Then we rise together, never undone. Note: I dedicate this to our lost and injured Spartan students and their families, my daughter and her fellow students, and our community who stands strong. Never forget. 2/13/2023

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U2

We are coming up on a year without my dad. My heart feels heavy, so I’ve been listening to U2’s Joshua Tree a lot. I have such a vivid memory of getting tickets via a phone call to Ticketmaster to the original Joshua Tree tour which stopped at Pontiac Silverdome. I was the last in the call line to get tickets. It was my first concert, and my dad took me and my sister Elena because we loved U2.…

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Dreamstream

Note: Started a new story today after a yoga flow and prompt from Creative Warriors. I went to Dreamers for a quick escape from my life. This world is so dark right now. We can’t breathe unaided outside. Food and finances are scarce. When the Great Reallocation occurred, I found myself on the wrong side of the divide from the minimal family and friends I had left after Cataclysm. Dreamers…

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Rose

She is a prickly kind of beautiful, soft and vibrant petals atop a stalk of thorns. If you seek to touch her beauty, know her defenses are strong but so is her love.

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Paint

Paint the world beautiful today Let your heart spill onto the canvas of your dreams Swirls of color, twining to depict the joy The brush your tool to start anew Paint the world beautiful today You are the artist of your own destiny.

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Starting a New Story

Starting a New Story

I’m sitting in the airport waiting for my first flight in a year. A few days ago, I went to purchase new luggage, and something magical happened, or at least it did to my eyes. Inspiration and magic are everywhere you turn. You just need the gift of sight. And it begins…. I couldn’t understand why I was the only one who could see she was different. Maybe different is not the best word to use.…

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The Empty Seat

I wasn’t prepared for the empty seat at the table. He filled it so dutifully, yet quietly, each meal we shared. This was the special occasion table, the linen-and-real-plates table. It barely fit our nuclear family of five, but somehow it detonated to fit our husbands and children. He occupied the seat at one head of the table, across from my mom at the other end for a balanced table. The rest…

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Sun

Glory be to the sun of a new day, a fresh start through the obstacles that darkened our way. Awake with your confidence. Awake with your vim. Fill your cup with fortitude to the brim. Glory be to the sun that has called us this morn, a messenger proclaiming we are reborn.

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Drink

I drink the edge of the sky A tall, morning cool glass of ombré sunrise I taste the fruit of a new day Sweet, my cup full of pulp free potential This is perpetual refreshment For those who wake to take it No meniscus to worry about A travel mug of joy

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Father Superior

We are celebrating the life & times of my father today. He passed on February 28, 2022. He loved Lake Superior. And, my oh my, did he love his people. This is what I wrote.

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If I Could

If I could carry you on my back To the next place, a fortress of peace, I would. A million memories like threads Of alabaster spiderwebs will still exist If I could absorb your pain and any sadness In the sponge of my soul, I would A movie of what we were and will always be, Beautiful and righteous, will play on If I could rock you in a cradle of my arms To a sweet, unending sleep, I…

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I Am Rich With Female Friendships

I Am Rich With Female Friendships

I am rich with female friendships. Their moments of unconditional support, Draping on me like the finest jewels. A wealth that no bank can hold, Providing gentle power to wield. I am rich with female friendships. Their laughter plated and served, Feeding gourmet to my hungry soul. Bountiful truths like good credit, Opening access through gilded doors. I am rich with female…

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Saturday at the Blue Owl

Saturday at the Blue Owl

I came here to talk about love and those broken years we stayed apart. We were sisters back then, giggling over two cups of coffee. Now we are strangers to our newfound intricacies, staring into the frothy abyss. I want to tell you about the times I thought of calling you. Could my words be a salve on our fracture? A bandage between our past and future? We are silent for a moment as the…

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Morning Mourning

I mourn in the morning, When no one can see. The French press of my emotions, Coursing through me. My tears awake, As the moon goes to sleep. But when the sun says hello, I cease to weep. For the day returns in glory, Calling me to live. I tuck away day-sleeping sorrow, For the joy I have yet to give. I mourn in the morning, When no one can see. My now past yields to my present. I…