Hearing Our Name
Poem Time is precious, lost time is everywhere Lost friends, lost connections, lost chances We are always struggling to not be left behind The boats keep moving forward And we keep fearing the fall...
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Is It Too Late To Change My Name
Life Poem I always knew something was off. The shoe never fit. When friends approached the answering machine message to leave one after the beep never rang a bell. I addressed them with a...
What’s In A Name
Story About Oneself It was chosen for me at birth because of its unique sound and the cadence upon the lip. Shanta. Like firm instruction from a seer or an edict from a...
