The Panther

after Rainer Maria Rilke   His eyes are no longer fugitive, barred By metal that diminishes return of spirit. It seems intolerable, this endless passing Behind which nothing exists, no world.   His gait rhythmically wanders around, And around, devolving into the tiniest circle Of life, a bazaar of glances. It is an exhibition Of […]

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In the Absence Of

Sometimes it is the sound of an object that draws you to a moment. Rubber, wrapped in leather, bouncing against a typically polished hard wood floor, but not always – sometimes it is cement – is a round of applause that welcomes me to the game: basketball. This object is made of raw materials found […]

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Sweaty Women

On my run this morning, a man gave me his unsolicited opinion about my body. I was slowly running East. He was slowly walking West. We shared the same sidewalk, in fact we nearly brushed shoulders, and when we did, I could feel the creep of his weight slide into the space between us. He […]

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A Letter From Hafiz

Dear Reader, I heard God laughing the other day. It was a gift, one you open with your ears, and the closer you lean in, the more you unwrap yourself in its sound, and suddenly you are giggling together like a poem of hope and joy. Translation, for me, is a daily contemplation, wild and […]

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Writing Like Lions

The National Book Festival is held every year in Washington, D.C. and yesterday I saw some of my favorite writers speak about their art, the world, and where they stand in it. It is one thing to consume their words on the page, to step into a world of their own creation, written and bound […]

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