Alone, the happy see only happiness.
Psoas of the Green Fields
This morning my psoas woke me with a need for extension.
Time Change
We are not changing time. We are time. Can you accept that?
I am a right handed child raised by a left handed mother
I can still see her kneeling in front of my tiny white sneakers, long red hair three shades of fire tickling my little girl shins. Her smooth hands shaping uncertain loops in starts and fits, struggling to teach a right handed child from a left handed brain. Eventually, she gave up and apologized, from somewhere inside the deep groove of having been made wrong by the world.
Dana Lee 