Winslow Road was where the white house stoodswelled and quiet once until bare toes tap on wooden beamsankle snaps loose splintered feet Where pine crumbs drop across the creek, leaves drape quietly as secrets keep Toward iron hasp, I bend an earbut all I hearis the tickle of bees dancing in my stomach Behind severalContinue reading “Dancing Bees”
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Stable(s)
I had been startled awake one morning by the masculine echoes of my friend chanting from the upstairs where he sits in a pillow nest as tones lift from folded rugs toward the ceiling. He was engaged in his morning ritual of Kundalini. Kundalini is a meditative practice in which verbal tones externalize as energyContinue reading “Stable(s)”
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