Silent Echoes of the Healer

In the heart of the South, where tales entwine, We honor a profession, with spirits so divine. The healers emerge, with hands gentle and kind, Guiding souls to solace, in shadows they unwind. Their touch, like whispers, soothes wounds unseen, In the tapestry of pain, they intervene. With empathy’s embrace, they mend hearts that break, Navigating minds’ labyrinths, for solace’ sake. A symphony of senses, their rooms come alive, Environmental design, where spirits thrive. Creating havens of healing, where stories […]

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At the Stroke of Seven

In the slow summer evenings, we wander and roam, Until twilight claims its throne, and we surrender to our home. At the stroke of ten, our bed cradles us in its embrace, A sanctuary of dreams, where tranquility finds a place. As darkness descends, we seek solace in repose, Tales on pages enchant, a TV softly glows. Time slips through our fingers, minutes melting away, Lost in stories and screens, as night transforms into day. Heavy lids succumb, as midnight’s […]

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The Shadows Whisper

In shadows of the South, where dichotomies entwine,We confront a question, as harmony aligns.What can we release, to weave unity’s spell,Letting go with grace, as pride bids farewell? With minds enlightened, and hearts tuned aware,We embark on a journey, seeking answers rare.For in the depths of self, a wisdom is found,To surrender with strength, on hallowed ground. To let go of pride, without losing our soul’s worth,A delicate balance, nurtured since birth.Through the mirror’s reflection, we face our own truth,Healing […]

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The Road to Charleston: Summer’s Embrace of ’92

In ’92’s summer heat, we embarked on a quest, From Mare Island’s shore, on a van’s cozy nest. Our family’s voyage, from West to East we roamed, Through the heart of America, in search of a new home. As we waved goodbye, tears shimmered in our eyes, Hopeful glances shared, as we bid our last goodbyes. The road stretched before us, its mysteries untold, A melancholic start, as mysteries of the states unfold. Through sun-drenched days, the Vegas strip in […]

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The Teacher’s Veil

We, the pupils, stare at the veil,Standing still, eyes wide and frail.We yearn to learn, to grow and thrive,To see and feel, to be alive. Our teacher stands, a silent guide,Through the veil, she sees inside.Our hearts, our minds, our deepest fears,Our hopes, our dreams, our joyful tears. She whispers softly, “Come with me,”And leads us through the veil to see.A world of wonder, filled with light,A place where we can shine so bright. In this world, we grow and […]

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The Secret Surgeon’s Lullaby

Our mouths are caves with secrets, Teeth and bones that we forget.Until the ache, the need, the urgency,When we must seek the surgeon’s hands. I remember the office park,Wind whistling through the parking lot.The low hum of machinery,The little room where I lay down. The surgeon gave me laughing gasAnd with it came a lullaby.A song of beeps and heart monitorsThat lulled me into slumber deep. When I woke, the team still worked,Their hurried motions spoke of time.And so they […]

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Summer Flutters in the Upper Piedmont

In the sultry upper piedmont, when summer sings, I wake up slow, with no alarm bell’s ding. Brewing coffee with milk, creamy and sweet, I sit and plan the day, with lists of lists so neat. Checking in with pairs of little ones, their curious days, Navigating their friends, in fun and games they play. Stocking the pantry, with enough to last, I hop in my car, blasting music fast. My workout awaits, then comes the errands so stout, Writing […]

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A Vallejan Love Note to the 90s

In Vallejo’s tender grasp, where dreams took flight,In the enchanting 90s, with pop culture’s light, A crush blossomed forth, as innocent as can be, A young girl’s heart, dancing in reverie. Back in the days when neon was hip, We rocked scrunchies and watched “Full House” flip, Middle school corridors, buzzing with cheer, In Vallejo’s embrace, magic was near. A crush like a daisy, delicate and pure, Like JT’s smile, so irresistibly sure. With Lisa Frank stickers and gel pens […]

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