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Ours Is To Let Them Be

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The woman walks on West Ferry, asking each driver for a dollar. She may want you to listen. She may be ready to assist. She clearly wants a dollar, or five o...

Kind Fools at Buffalo SOUP

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We see each other’s hearts. We see each other’s common humanity. We venture outside our silos to learn and work together.

A Third Write On!

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I like this! I still have wounds that have not healed, but in this environment I can get a stitch here and a stitch there.

A Second Write On!

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For our second WRITE ON! workshop, 14 persons gathered in the back event space of Hostel Buffalo-Niagara. The Hostel holds a strong sense of community, from ...

A First Write On!

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On a chilly February evening, people began entering SolRise Farm and Cultural Arts Center. At one minute before six, all 11 chairs set up around the centerpi...

Written at WRITE ON!

A Poem Is

A poem is a core of a thought, An idea, stripped of chocolate, just nougat.

I Have A Gemini Mind

The things and elements that intertwine and juxtapose within the frame of my own mindscape

Where Am I

Where am I? Why am I here? The fact I don’t belong is something I fear.

The Pack

Grief’s confidence and presence are unquestionable. The only way out is through and Grief will come through with you.

Inside & Outside

A running brook, stones untouched Two sides of a coin, as such I question luck

The Cure

The truth is I am my sisters’ guardian spiritually and legally

Vacancy

The guests continue to arrive, at all hours. Sometimes they barge in and bypass the welcome desk.

Freedom Ain’t Free

I am the torch carrier, the standard bearer, the warrior-healer, the peasant-queen.

Untitled

Where I’ve met something that is all too familiar. Existing in one breath, only to be gone in the next.

The Shuffle

A disaster to clean A path to clear To trample the fears

Uniquely Human

Where I’ve met something that is all too familiar. Existing in one breath, only to be gone in the next.

The Unknown

the only thing I can do about fear is be prepared for it and keep a light on in myself

Full Stop

Her wounds made her wiser. I won’t accept lies in the name of love