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Our hearts provide the drum beat. The bass line is our breaths. Our mind picks out the melodies. We’ll dance

I find grace is often found exactly where despair’s around.

It’s good to keep a vigil for the things you’ve loved and lost, but if you can act to save

When I read books, it helps me breathe. When I scroll screens, it makes me seethe. I fear the way

Which one will mark your epitaph: the golden rule or golden calf?

When words must bear weight, keep them short and sincere and, like dragonfly wings, be uplifting, yet clear.

Every spider that you kill means one less chance a spider will someday go bite a child’s hand and turn

Gravity’s a law, they say, but flying disrespects it. Grammar lays down rigid rules, but poetry neglects it. Greed makes

I’ve now come to know most mischief is made by grown-up adults who, for it, get paid.

The ghosts I know do not appear as misty forms that conjure fear. Instead, my ghosts arrive at night to