As Is.
I’m riding my bike across the river Rubber tires flowing over graffiti stained concrete Avoiding spit puddles and Runners, bikers, walkers, and traffic. Coming towards me the backdrop a cloudless […]
I’m riding my bike across the river Rubber tires flowing over graffiti stained concrete Avoiding spit puddles and Runners, bikers, walkers, and traffic. Coming towards me the backdrop a cloudless […]
I’ve always found reading about world wars somewhat remote. Things in text books, stories in newspapers, and scenes on televisions in places I’ve never been and probably wouldn’t ever go. […]
Freedom, liberation, artistic self-expression, free-will, free reign, poetic license, call it what you will. You know the feeling, and no matter what its called, perhaps the struggle lies in ever […]
It came to us while lying sideways and alone, in the midst of red flannel, surrounded by thick thought clouds and the stained glass of Sunday morning reflections. A discursive […]
By G.crombrugg (Photoshop) via Wikimedia Commons “I write because I can’t not write.” ~Laraine Herring, Writing Begins with the Breath And I suppose sometimes we live for the same reason. […]
I remember the first yoga class I was in where it happened, seated on top of my sand colored cork block, trying to separate my mind from my to-dos for […]
hannah cohen photography Were we all just dharma creeps? I didn’t want to be woken up every morning at 5:30 am by the ashram bell herding us to morning sat […]