Several times a year, Bob Quatrone curates the 4 Horse Readings at the Cornelia Street Café in Greenwich Village, NYC. He invites me to be part of it, and I am thrilled to be asked. 177 more words
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You and I.
Obserd but sounds good to my soul to hear it, maybe the word fits.
It can be easily explained but our complexity is vast. 113 more words
They say that a lotus flower can only bloom in the mud and peace can only be found in poverty
That a fool that knows they are a fool is truly wise… They say that life is suffering… 135 more words
Going nowhere fast.
I’m going nowhere fast/my present my past,
walking barefoot miles on glass and burning coals,
I’m completely submurged but I’m yearning growth, Stuck in my youth… 169 more words
I kept looking over my shoulder but I couldn’t find Aja Monet among the teachers and organizers gathered in the back of the filled Grace Allen room at the University of South Florida. 653 more words