M PowersRemembering Why We WriteWrite to become curious. Write to become bold. Write to awaken to the life that is living through you, to know the unbidden thoughts that…Nov 16, 2018Nov 16, 2018
M PowersDrowning in PuddlesSplashing in our personal puddles while the ocean rises at our front door.Mar 2, 2018Mar 2, 2018
M Powerswind-whispered love letters from some elsewhere nearbyThe wind has been my company this evening, whipping against the windows, a whisper that speaks to some place deep and within. Sacral. Root…Mar 2, 2018Mar 2, 2018
M PowersReclaiming Possibility in a Narrative of Global CatastropheLet’s talk about possibility, about the young women in Metiabruz — a poor, orthodox Muslim neighborhood on the outskirts of Kolkata — who…Feb 28, 2018Feb 28, 2018
M PowersinP.S. I Love Youdeath of a boyThe thing I can’t seem to shake is the smell, a mix somewhere between metal and chemical and humidity and fear. It catches me off guard, in…Feb 28, 2018Feb 28, 2018
M PowersThe future our hearts know is possibleThere are 13 billion year-old molecules inside of you.Feb 28, 20181Feb 28, 20181
M PowersLife is too short to not do the thing.Sometimes you just have to — gently — tell your mind to get over itself and do the thing already.Feb 28, 20181Feb 28, 20181
M PowersinP.S. I Love YouLove along disturbed edges.May we thrive along disturbed edges, healing sweetgrass to the earth.Feb 28, 20182Feb 28, 20182