100,000 Poets for Change Open Mic 3pm September 30th Info
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.”