Get Out Of (Internal) Jail Free Card
We’re having a pandemic. Give yourself (literally) a get-out-of-jail-free card.
We’re having a pandemic. Give yourself (literally) a get-out-of-jail-free card.
Remembering that we will die is just a good way of saying – maximize now!
It is election day in the United States of America. Time to vote, people! Once you’ve done your civic duty, there’s a fun vote you can cast as well.
I dream of rituals long since passed To which we brought old photos or wrote our deepest fears. In some tiny blaze or gigantic bonfire we would burn these bits of tattered paper. I guess that we imagined this burning could make the pain disappear or the fear dissipate. Though this imagining seems perfectly normal, …
Trigger warning: the hawk in this poem and quote is deceased. In life, majestic sky-flyer, you inspired me By flying above it all. Your ability to soar, with or without the wind, Never ceased to tell the story of your journey In tranquil and terrifying terms. I suspect that your talons ripped the life From …
Someone will say there is nothing New here. And that is fine. Let them say it. You can know your insides Without having to argue a case For them. You can trudge through snow Like a determined deer Or swim even when you Need to rise to the surface for air. You have shown how …
Snow has always refreshed my palette. Like a thorough washing of my prejudices Or a complete cleansing of my misunderstandings, It always seemed to be a sheet of singularity. Today, I will receive a lesson from Snow; One that I have learned a dozen times. This new learning will be different: More visceral, intrepid, and …
Morning awakens In its wintry way, Beckoning wryly At the plans I’d made. “Come with me”, It softly says. I follow. ~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart ~ Copyright © 2017 by muz4now, inc. All rights reserved.