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weary |ˈwi(ə)rē|
adjective (wearier, weariest)
feeling or showing tiredness, esp. as a result of excessive exertion or lack of sleep: he gave a long, weary sigh.
• reluctant to see or experience any more of; tired of: she was weary of their constant arguments | [ in combination ] : war-weary Americans.
• calling for a great amount of energy or endurance; tiring and tedious: the weary journey began again.

verb (wearies, wearying, wearied) [ with obj. ]
cause to become tired: she was wearied by her persistent cough.
• [ no obj. ] (weary of) grow tired of or bored with: she wearied of the sameness of her life.

disquiet |disˈkwī-it|
noun
a feeling of anxiety or worry: public disquiet about animal testing.
verb [ with obj. ] (usu. as adj. disquieted)
make (someone) worried or anxious: she felt disquieted at the lack of interest the girl had shown.

hope |hōp|
noun
1 a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen: he looked through her belongings in the hope of coming across some information | I had high hopes of making the Olympic team.
• a person or thing that may help or save someone: their only hope is surgery.
• grounds for believing that something good may happen: he does see some hope for the future.
2 archaic a feeling of trust.

verb [ no obj. ]
want something to happen or be the case: he’s hoping for an offer of compensation | [ with clause ] : I hope that the kids are OK.
• [ with infinitive ] intend if possible to do something: we’re hoping to address all these issues.

2 months ago on 07/06/14 at 10:14pm

An excerpt from an April 27, 2000 interview with author, poet, essayist and critic June Jordan at the New York State Writers Institute (http://www.albany.edu/writers-inst/).

open.

the space is different.
the s p a c e
is different.
the
space
i
s different
th e
sp a ce
is  d if ferent.

the  space   is    different.
thespaceisdifferent.

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…and open.        o p e n. 
and[ours.] 

2 years ago on 01/27/12 at 09:04pm

luminousmk:

i dreamt i was tangoing with
you, you held me so close
we were like the singing coming off the drums.
you made me squeeze muscles
lean back on the sound
of corpuscles sliding in blood.
i heard my thighs singing.

- Sonia Sanchez

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lazygoddess:



“They say we were meant to lose something in order to find that which is truer. And that which we find may well be that which we have lost but which is found on a different day, when we have changed. And that which we have lost and found differently may well now be the magic stone with which we can, in greater readiness, continue our unending journey.”

~ Ben Okri, Starbook


Dr. Maya Angelou: The Power of Words

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