Satyagraha to standing
Little grape hyacinth heads peak through the heavy spring snow. May I stand with such confidence...
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Author: Sara Wright
Play our shared instruments
Early spring, and the world around me chirp-ticks. My heart rises so hopeful. I hope she makes it...
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Take me now
Despair creeps in to sink me deep into its vat. Weird little thoughts do it, like remembering a...
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He’s come home
My inner youngster chows down today on pumpkin seeds and chocolate chips—delish! What’s not to...
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Heart of darkness
Sometimes I weep inside the moments. This despite my great good fortune to sit eating chocolate...
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