One Life. One Love.

The toe of my boot nudged against an errant piece of slate. It slid, tumbling down the mountain's face, down to the waters below, the ones that would grind it down to the texture of the fine pebbles that line the seashore. It's one of those weird moments in which you are suddenly made aware …

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The Poetry Project

So I'm starting a new project.  I am so very tired of all the negativity of this world--of the politically charged anger and hatred being preached from varying outlets.  I have decided to do something about it. This blog is all about love.  It is all about connectivity; about travelling far beyond the scope of …

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Must Love Dogs

I'm sitting on the mountaintop, my chest heaving with the exertion, my dog half dead beside me, poor thing, I forgot she had such tiny little legs compared to mine.  She doesn't seem to mind, though.  She crawls up onto my lap and licks at the tender skin that lines my wrist, her tongue crossing …

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Can’t Stop Love

So I went to a march last Sunday. A peaceful protest. A communal sign of support. Let's just call it a love walk; I'm running out of synonyms. It was at our local Islamic Community Center, a mosque with golden spires that, at the onset, appears out of place in that little residential community. But …

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The Plight of the Immigrant

She's not from here. Where she's from isn't so far away, but it felt far. It felt far when the scathing heat of a desert sun caramelized her skin, burning at the tender flesh that sizzled beneath the touch of light. It felt far when her legs threatened to collapse like trees in a forest, …

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America the Beautiful…(damn she’s hot)

My last post was about coming home. And this post won't be much different. Except, I'm not talking about a house, I'm talking about a nation. Some of you have questioned my nationalism. And that's okay, I get it. I understand. I hear you. But you should know that I wear these shit kickers with …

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