Heavy Reflections a part of of JBLC’s Civil Writes Project
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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...
We see each other’s hearts. We see each other’s common humanity. We venture outside our silos to learn and work together.
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.
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 ...
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...
I see WRITE ON! as a safe space. WRITE ON! is neither a dialogue nor a conversation.
A poem is a core of a thought, An idea, stripped of chocolate, just nougat.
The things and elements that intertwine and juxtapose within the frame of my own mindscape
Where am I? Why am I here? The fact I don’t belong is something I fear.
And remember People Live Here Gentrification Will not steal the soul of a place
Grief’s confidence and presence are unquestionable. The only way out is through and Grief will come through with you.
The dance of giving and receiving: Creating more space to lean into. Never a tug-of-war, or battle.
A running brook, stones untouched Two sides of a coin, as such I question luck
The truth is I am my sisters’ guardian spiritually and legally
My guest house is here to be inhabited.
What is the secret of the world? “it is to be silent.”
The guests continue to arrive, at all hours. Sometimes they barge in and bypass the welcome desk.
I am the torch carrier, the standard bearer, the warrior-healer, the peasant-queen.
Not as a sight. Look upon them as a light.
Where I’ve met something that is all too familiar. Existing in one breath, only to be gone in the next.