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just one sleep in my own bed away from the 9-day fire evacuation to the city hotel I ache to ground myself here planting as symbol a...

I waken to the sky a peachy pink hue its beauty entrancing the black widow of weather I sense its danger the air thick to breathe and...

The fires have begun again in our tinderbox state of California. Last February, our usual rainy season, saw literally not one drop of...

Talking with a friend about the Black Lives Matter movement, it occurred to me that if indeed Lucy was the first humanoid, and she was...

I cannot make out your delicate meanings and under my masked and muffled words you cannot hear the subtleties of mine denied hugs...