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At the intersection of aliens and primates
And yours truly
May 17, 2025 at 8:11 PM
And yours truly
May 17, 2025 at 8:10 PM
I want more of this in politics. Integrity. Clarity. Courage. Thank you, Maxine Dexter, for reminding me what representation can feel like.
April 21, 2025 at 6:44 PM
I want more of this in politics. Integrity. Clarity. Courage. Thank you, Maxine Dexter, for reminding me what representation can feel like.
And so I honor you,
not as a curse, but as a guide—
a reason to linger in the softness of now,
to embrace stillness
as deeply as I would the storm.
Stay as long as you must.
Go as quietly as you came.
For now, I sit with you,
grateful to know what it is
to feel anything at all.
not as a curse, but as a guide—
a reason to linger in the softness of now,
to embrace stillness
as deeply as I would the storm.
Stay as long as you must.
Go as quietly as you came.
For now, I sit with you,
grateful to know what it is
to feel anything at all.
November 19, 2024 at 7:58 AM
And so I honor you,
not as a curse, but as a guide—
a reason to linger in the softness of now,
to embrace stillness
as deeply as I would the storm.
Stay as long as you must.
Go as quietly as you came.
For now, I sit with you,
grateful to know what it is
to feel anything at all.
not as a curse, but as a guide—
a reason to linger in the softness of now,
to embrace stillness
as deeply as I would the storm.
Stay as long as you must.
Go as quietly as you came.
For now, I sit with you,
grateful to know what it is
to feel anything at all.
You are not a foe,
but a gentle teacher,
reminding me that even the strongest breath
can be slowed by the weight of a single sniffle.
Perhaps you are my tether,
keeping me grounded,
whispering, *“Not today, young one.
Rest first, and rise later.”*
but a gentle teacher,
reminding me that even the strongest breath
can be slowed by the weight of a single sniffle.
Perhaps you are my tether,
keeping me grounded,
whispering, *“Not today, young one.
Rest first, and rise later.”*
November 19, 2024 at 7:57 AM
You are not a foe,
but a gentle teacher,
reminding me that even the strongest breath
can be slowed by the weight of a single sniffle.
Perhaps you are my tether,
keeping me grounded,
whispering, *“Not today, young one.
Rest first, and rise later.”*
but a gentle teacher,
reminding me that even the strongest breath
can be slowed by the weight of a single sniffle.
Perhaps you are my tether,
keeping me grounded,
whispering, *“Not today, young one.
Rest first, and rise later.”*