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Your stories belong to you
no one can rename you Other, it can’t stick, as you offer the gift of being and saying who you are.
A sigh hollowed out the chamber of the heart
Words on a page suggest associations, and then the associations stimulate original ideas.
Deep magic
I'll keep being open to deep magic until I find a way to believe in it.
One Unitarian Universalist’s way
Finding myself on the Camino de Santiago.
Zoomorphics
I use the tools of body paint and photography to represent myself in a way that aligns with my own aesthetic and intellectual interests.
Where there can be no words
I go for fierce landscapes every chance I get.
So simple anyone can do it
You just sit in a chair and write, right?
A flower grew
What my young daughter taught me about the meaning of death.
Factory-installed
My bodily differences are part of my dignity and humanity.
My pony
Admitting I would benefit from using a scooter gave me the gift of freedom.
Late thoughts on the existence of God
A crack on the face of the sphere / Begat innumerable tributaries.
Imagine
imagine your / body out- / living your / mind.