Most of you probably remember the children’s show Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood. You might have grown up with it, or watched reruns, or just heard of it. I recently saw the documentary Won’t You Be My Neighbor?, an exploration into the TV show host’s life. A Purposeful Show At first glance, the show …
How could I not breathe words like rain? They’re harmonies my soul can hear. The world exhales beauty and pain. Inside my heart they will remain, These letters that I must revere. How could I not breathe words like rain? I see a meadow, from my lane. I …
My hands are sprouting vines. With every step they grow and move. My eyes are azaleas. They bloom witheach tear. My hair is sun. It glows and shoots its honey rays. My legs are trunks of birch. They send roots into this place. My lips beg …
We have forgotten how to feel. News flashes by at break-neck pace. The fake consumes us; where is the real? Each story comes on the turning wheel. No longer moved by a tear-drenched face, We have forgotten how …