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Stage Fright The hands hover above the keyboard. They hesitate to start. They know the notes by heart, but are afraid to touc...

Pieces I have fallen from the plant, an entity detached, no longer part of that whole. Yet, I am still myself--a litt...

Lost The old writer walked around. Her pencil fell to the ground and landed without a sound. She conjured words so profound, ...

Potential I have not fully come to life, but I have more than a start. Enough blooms  to catch the eye, but still m...

 Summer's Song The roar of the mowers forever fills the air. Morning, afternoon and evening, the tune plays more often ...

Favorite Photo A mother chases her toddler who runs across the front lawn. The scene is captured in a photograph. Years...

Life and Death There is a beginning, a heartbeat that starts. What comes next is a mystery. Music and light, silence an...