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Poetry

Empty Middle Seat

Empty middle seat Feels like a bonus Yet also an empty space Where you could be "See you soon" Is never soon enough Flying somewhere You are, too Different destinations Thousands of miles But right next to me In my heart And this middle seat

An airplane wing taken from the inside window with the sun reflecting off of it and other planes in the background.

Another Window Seat

Another window seat. How many of these have I been in? Where am I going today? Who am I going to see? What has changed since the last time I was there? What am I going to do? What will happen to change my world? What will I learn? What

Your Dreams Matter

Don't ever, ever stop dreaming. This world can beat us down. Mean people can try to silence us, bully us, manipulate us into believing our dreams don't matter. But they do.

You see me, but not all of me

I wanted to share this beautiful poem by Luis Perez I discovered in his Ted-Ed talk titled "What losing my vision taught me about access." Neither here nor there Neither blind nor sighted I see you, but not all of you You see me, but not all of

No Leaders Please

Recently, I've been reflecting on time, energy, and where we direct it, and spend it. Some of the books I've been reading are interrelated around the idea of time. Mostly, about how fleeting our time on this planet is, and how incredible it is that we exist at all.