I run from myself catch a corner of feeling accept this moment of liberation
as skin of bruised clouds darkens a prickling tingle goosebumps my arms airwaves gather energy sparks
our tilted world revolves a turning we have never been able to feel yet know as truth
a shift occurring between/from who are the others who are the us
we ride around the sun evolving regardless of our position or noticing
recycled drops of rain
This poem was first published in MasticadoresUSA 2022.
May poems continue to help us understand the many experiences of human beings. May poems continue to help us learn to pause and listen. May poems help us celebrate the gift of being alive.
This photo was not generated by AI. It hasn't been altered. Last summer my husband, some friends, and I hiked to this lovely blue pool in Oregon. Those are my purple shoes. Seeing this felt like the miracle, like a new idea feels when it comes from the heart. Keep seeking, my friends.
This poem was inspired by De Jackson's prompt for dVerse Quadrille. You can read others' poems by following the link, HERE.
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Photo taken at the Desert Botanical Garden, Arizona, 2025. My husband and I spent three hours here, delighting in the plants. I adore reflections and therefore have photographed many.
“But it is not enough to weep for our lost landscapes; we have to put our hands in the earth to make ourselves whole again. Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair. Not because I have my head in the sand, but because joy is what the earth gives me daily and I must return the gift.” ― Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants
In the wind a yearning hunger
exhales united in pain gather into traveling rain.
Storm clouds of resistance blanketing the vulnerable.
This photo was taken in Croatia. When the world’s hate feels like too much, I can always trust in nature for moments of respite. Find a flower and follow its lead.
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This photo was taken on the Oregon Coast near Coos Bay.
How lucky am I to wake this bright morning? Safely carried through night's passage. Like steadfast mountains often forgotten. While dreams retreat, my feet find the floor.
Safely carried through night's passage. Joining the color stream of these hours. While dreams retreat, my feet find the floor. River stones are worn smooth with time.
Joining the color stream of these hours. Letting love's current ease my way. River stones are worn smooth with time. Hand in hand is our way forward.
Letting love's current ease my way. Like steadfast mountains often forgotten. Hand in hand is our way forward. How lucky am I to wake this bright morning?
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 