Author: stephaniesantosgrant
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the vinyasa
inhale mountaintop soars from gnarled feet,tadasana.less tada! more { A S A N A } exhale bound-toed ballerina leaps fromtree-lined train-tracked tight-rope,uttanasanaexactly as she sounds, only better. inhale place handsexhale step beyond,adho mukha svanasanawhat did she just say? ‘adho mukha svanasana’ahh okay, g’bless you. inhale, you saw it coming,more trouble than she’s worth-chaturanga dandasanalets plank…
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where the ice pops take us
to yesterdays pool water, cloudy & scoopedon todays peachy-parched begonias, dead heads too.last nights grill for two, scratched clean, orangey grease disposed.a child’s game of hide-and-seek, after another round of dino jungle,it’s your turn wavy.chalk drawn roads for tiny toy cars,bubbles blown by baby’s breath, dance, delight, float on.hawks squawk and birds call loud, the…
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dog
1.the truth is, my love affair with words existed even before i did, or at least it feels that way at times; a generous gift of agony and ecstasy bestowed upon me by another realm entirely.it will take the totality of my life to account for and unwrap each hidden morsel and gem: why don’t…
santos scribes 