The Practice

The Practice-Interregnum

Quick backstory: my (maternal) grandfather was legally blind. He was read to through college. Blindness did not hold him back. In fact, he hated being perceived as weak or disabled. He hated weakness. In himself or others. (There are many…
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The Practice-Leaves

What are you thinking of?
Plump aspens
Bamboo spears
The skeletal hands of oaks
Maybe the star shaped maples
Are they interlaced
Or waving
Are they still and heavy in hot dense air
Are they arching above you in a…
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The Practice-Steady

Amidst the placards and banners and chanting and the thousands upon thousands of people walking, there was a tree and a bench where I could sit for a moment in the shade, out of the pressing stream of people. An…
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The Practice-Just

    The practice is inspired by Naomi Shihab Nye and her notion that words are like oars. Dip them in the water. Explore with them. Feel how they touch and bump up against one another. Let them take us…
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