Procrastination
If I rearrange my office spread everything on the floor will I be much more productive — will I feel like working more? If I go through my old phonebook…
Author: Barbara Powell
Poet, runner, and coach. Middle child of twelve. Dog mama and deep lover.
Lessons from the Trail #1
If I step here I don’t know if I will fall but I can train my feet to respond this way or that to jagged rocks and roots I can…
Capital N-O
“You can say No” you tell me. My eyes burn with tears from your sweet intensity — You slip your hand into mine and gently take a squeeze. Prompting me…
People: Start your engines
If this is how the world goes round I want to see the engine And make some sense of up and down the looseness and the tension. I want to…
I met an optimist at the bar
I want to slip into your mind feel the warmth of neurons singing and learn for myself what makes them dance. I do the next best thing: I buy you…
Overcoming
There’s a familiar pulse (as I point to my chest) and it thumps with a fury when the sleepy warmth of comfortable success begins to unfurl its glory. “That’s not…
Human Being Human
I wonder where I’m going I wonder where I’ll get to I wonder what my stone might say in the graveyard when it’s all through. I’m frightened of aloneness I’m…
A Million Dollars (wholesome)
If I had a million dollars I’d tell you what I do I’d pay off my student debt and my siblings’ red marks, too. I’d take a little break from…
The Day Between 