What’s real? Collecting likes on social media or taking in nature? Being outside, breathing fresh air, scooping up an apple, biting into its juiciness, gently scratching the base of a horse’s neck . . . bring on the dopamine flow. That’s why I wrote the poem “Apple Chill.”
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On the Fragility And Glory of Autumn: “Royal Wind Riders”
This poem is about monarch butterflies experiencing a long-term decline due to threats from habitat loss, pesticides, and climate change. In pre-Hispanic legend, the migrating butterflies carried ancestral souls visiting from the afterlife.