Rebelle Society

If I Still Wrote. {poetry}

The footsteps have faded into the crowd and throngs, The voices faint, I don’t hear them anymore. But if I still wrote love, on the pangs of waiting, you’d speak again. Sleep, wakefulness, silence — no matter — will be deafeningly alive, Of a hand held, of songs raw to this ...

poetry

I Don’t Care. {poetry}

I don’t care if you can’t say you love me, so long as you can’t live without me.

you & me

The Shape of Happily Ever After.

We do not know the shape of Happily Ever After. And this is why we dread it.

world

The Heart Breaking Open: Release Me.

Exposing the heart and soul to the openness required for growth requires letting go of the constructs of our individual identities, in order to become a part of the larger, unquantifiable, indescribable, indestructible loop. It requires extreme vulnerability and attention to uncertainty.

yoga

Cerebral Palsy and All, I Am a Yogi and I Am Darn Proud of It!

Ela Wojtowicz, a young woman with cerebral palsy, finds her balance as we begin our creative collaboration on a glorious Autumn afternoon in Central Park.

troublemakers

Charles Bukowski on Quitting His Day Job & Doing What He Loved.

Before turning into troubled writer and, according to Time, a “laureate of American lowlife,” Charles Bukowski was a 49-year-old post office clerk.

poetry

My Life Had Stood, a Loaded Gun: Emily Dickinson.

On one hand, she embodies the two ingredients that account for a writer’s freakability levels: the forsaken art of solitude, which she took to new, deadly levels, and her passionate romance with language. Combine this with the mysterious, poetic elegance watching you behind closed doors. Doors ...

poetry

Why We Are Unmistakably Love. {poetry}

I am Icarus never burnt at any height!

poetry

To Take A Lover In The Fall {poem}

To take a lover in the Fall, When the sunlight slants golden Is ideal. Tumbling softly, slowly Floating and falling with the leaves And landing in heap. Autumnal in hue and flavor. Persimmon. Pomegranate. Pear. Crimson kisses on bare limbs. To take a lover in the Fall, ...

yoga

Yoga Meets Art in a Sculpture Studio.

By stripping you naked, art rescues you from being anybody else.

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