Life
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The Struggle Between The Tree And The Wind
Am I the only one that feels this tension, this pulling within? I am so afraid of being grounded, yet at times it’s what I want more than anything. I decided, years ago, I’d rather be a wanderer. But lately I feel old. Lately I want to take my belongings out of storage. Lately I Continue reading
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The Madness Of Celebrating Death
I walk, as I do, before the sun goes to bed it happens early these days despite it being hot enough to sweat I sit on a hill facing some trees I pick up a leaf dead and nearly colorless and crinkle it in my fingers I laugh for no reason other than life being Continue reading
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Art Is Home
notes build like bricks to create structures to be filled with souls who find home there words mix like swirling colors in paint cans making drab and old weathered browns new blush reds and starry-eyed blues we live inside art because we need to know our slight hope of excruciating beauty really means something that Continue reading
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Smudgy Pictures of the Future, AKA "I have no idea what I am doing."
Here I am again. This is too familiar, but each time I go through the same old worry, same old freak-out, same old resolution and finally, a sense of peace. The future feels blurry, and in my humanness, blurry feels scary. I have vague impressions, colors and smudgy lines. Words and songs, faces, images. But Continue reading
Brooke Gale LouvieR 