On a quiet morning.

One quiet morning, a woman walked into the coffee shop with her son. In that instant, she carried the weight and power of strength itself.

Values

It’s a strange kind of theater when the elephant seizes the whip, and the keepers cry out that the circus is in danger.

The Punk Rock Philosopher

I’ve had a few brief exchanges with a barista at the coffee shop. Brilliant mind, sharp wit. She’s shared some of her struggles. Enough to glimpse the weight she carries.

This might be my new poetry blog...

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