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Ghandi on my Refrigerator

This is, for me, what emerged when sitting with the question posed at our first Practitioner’s Life Monthly Circle at the Center for Holistic Wellness in Sedro Woolley, WA: 612 more words



That single button that can change everything
the vessel that carries the most unimportant messages
the cursor flashing, waiting for your finger to pluck up the courage to… 105 more words

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Warmth of the dimly lit room

music playing softly

Warm fluffy robe

bare feet in warm water, I wait

the massage begins, then

onto the table, clothed in… 138 more words



There may be time at some point in the future to narrate in surgical detail the predictably unimaginable clusterfuck that erupted when it came time for Homeland Security to verify my identity.  125 more words


Call for Poems: Send Me Your Tiny Haibun!

It’s been a long time since there’s been some proper collaboration on this blog—far too long. I’ve been itching to do another thematic collection. They’re easier to put together than… 538 more words


You Are Something

You drew a line with a finger, where the booth cushions met, said, “Don’t cross it, yeah?” I didn’t plan to, then, even as I edged closer. 126 more words