by Caroline Oakley _____ Today, it is as if I’ve entered A new gallery of your life ** Remembering your art Through a new perspective. _____ Listen Softly ** move with ease calls out the breeze ** and please please stop trying to appease _____ Release ** find the Language of your Journey walk with the seasons patiently things will always resolve beyond the limits of time. _____ Connection ** Could it be that we drink of the same water, trees and humans formed of the same hummus? ** Do we then each contain The Tree of Life with our hearts? ** We toil and till through the many layers…
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An Unwanted Specter
by Johanna Kumpula Ghost has been floating over my shoulder like some ill-willed phantom for over ten years. He haunts the little things I do, like checking if both the front and back doors are shut tight, locking the car doors exactly three times every time, or making sure my phone is off whenever I’m in a theater because inevitably someone is going to call. Ghost sits by my ear and sings, typically to the tune of a children’s lullaby, or obscure pop song, that doctor you most certainly saw is going to call with your nonexistent cancer results in the middle of Miles Morales trying to impress Gwen Stacy.…
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Pecans
by Gregg Oakley ** Between the soil, tree and wind, I have been given a job to do. No one else seems interested As I walk around in the street, Picking up only what I’ve been given. ** A boisterous wind blew and blew, Just like a young boy shaking the tree Down come the pecans. ** We have been given the earth And the earth provides for us, A perpetual feast.
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Elders
by Gregg Oakley ** I will be saddened As I grow older, Not because of my age, But because my elders, Will be less of my elders. ** Who will I look to For wisdom and guidance? Who will advise me With words of experience? ** Not knowledge, Not information, But lived wisdom. ** I will be saddened when my elders Become less of My elders.
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Banned Books and Modern Borders
by Gregg Oakley As the guards were speaking amongst each other in Russian, I kept thinking to myself, “why am I here? Why do I always buy so many books? My whole reason for this trip was to buy books, of course I bought so many!”. Their voices became louder as they passed the books around and scanned a page here and there. They were getting even more angry when they noticed one book in particular and kept glancing back at me. As they passed that book around one guard yelled something and he threw the book down on a desk. The feeling in the small room got worse. I…
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How a Man Feels a Woman
By Allen Ginnett I can feel them, Like they can feel me. All so beautiful, so sensitive. Glossy eyed, full of thoughts And ideas, that I, a man Would never think of. They are everything, We are not, And vice versa. To some they are vice, So very nice… I’m numb to your eyes, I cry. She’s beautiful. When she’s mean, she’s means And when she’s lean, she leans. She cares so much more Then I’ll ever know. She’s scared, I wonder… Will I ever grow? And to think, Like a clock… Another second, minute, hour, They all pass by. The closer you are, The more my mind…
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Generational Curses v6: Resilience
by Natasha Webster 24 X 48 Mixed media on stretched canvas.
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by Natasha Webster 24 X 48 Mixed media on stretched canvas.
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Invictus
by Natasha Webster 30 X 40 Mixed media on stretched canvas.
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Peace is…
by Natasha Webster ** The poem provided below is from my first (to be self-published) book, Finding Her Voice. ** Peace is… Quiet in the storm Hope in darkness Calm in the chaos Action in right timing Mindfulness in confusion Ease in difficulties Flow in the current Surrender in war Trust in uncertainty Love in anger Humility in adversity Connection in spirit Strength in weakness
