Sometimes it Hurts to Grow
It’s taken me this long to notice how spring begins to fill herself in like fall in reverse. Splotchy brown leaves mix together with...
Flowing
I have always been drawn to the in-betweens to the loose precision of brushstrokes those swift splashes containing a mix of motion and...
Coming Back to Me
I am learning to listen to the low-lying eddy within whispering murmurations of truth and knowing. For years I mistook its faint current...
Vocation
I just want to play unburdened and unbothered in this grassy meadow of wild being. Holding half formed words up toward the light and...
No Regrets
No Regrets Lauren Taub Cohen Gusts of self-doubt swirl within my cavernous mind and the thick sludge of stagnancy weighs heavily upon my...
Ordinary Magnificence
I wrote "Ordinary Magnificence" this time last year when I realized how I had let doubts and assumptions hinder me from doing what I've...
