We’re far too many to be silenced Though we only need one voice We’re going to make a difference We’re not giving them a choice Black lives always matter Each and every one And we’ll never stop our movement Until real change is being done….

Splashing, whirling, tinkling, dancing The brook traveled through trees and cliffs, telling stories of mountains full of gruff bears and gentle deer. It giggled and chirruped to the passing branches about evergreens wearing coats of white and masking dens of stoats. It shouted and reveled…

The ceiling fan moving the air in silent waves. The blinds swaying gently in response An airplane high above, its shadow tracing over the window. Rise and fall of my chest with each shallow breath. Must close my eyes again for just a few moments…

Let’s get one thing out of the way: the dance is eternal. Now that that’s cleared up, I would like to advise you on the particulars of your participation. We cover certain moves in this class. We do things considered acceptable within the boundaries of…

A thought. A memory. A good morning, as if there was such a thing. A cup of coffee. A necessity. Be honest, darling, we are addicts. Increasing speed of life, and time, it has a mind of its own. It stands so still in daylight,…