The earth

The earth is crying

Tears

Falling

Oceans

Appear

The earth is bleeding

Hate

Scars of

Violence

Bruises of

War

The earth is trying to wake us up

Some

Still sleeping

Others

Wide awake

The earth can heal

Smile again

Dance with peace

Love and

Happiness

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Becoming a Wolf In a Lions Den on Wall Street

(That Which is) To Herself


I have become like a wolf on Wall Street. I seek stories with unquenchable thirst, rather than deals.

Showing up to a company party in The Trump Building on Wall Street, it unexpectedly ends up being an intimate gathering between coworkers.

Clearly I don’t belong here, but luckily as a journalist I always belong, I always have opportunity with the power of a pen.

Cutting through the fog of internal discomfort is enabled by a goal, to explore the folks of NYC in their habitats. Conveniently, here I am in the ferocious territory of the wolves, I can’t let this one pass me by.

I’m feeling uncomfortable at first being one of the only girls, not to mention the only person who does not work on at this company. Yet my curiosity takes over and I inquire about their workday. Through being a journalist I can become a part of…

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On An Island

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WP_20170501_017On an island

No one else here

Thoughts of my own

Small waves

Still clouds drift by

Coconuts in tree

School of fish

Salty water

Calming the stomach

Still the sun sets

Lots of sand

Message bottles float on

Warmth from fire

Surviving on

Still the moon glows

Many leaves

Birds fly

Walks in circles

Sleeping without a blanket

Still the stars are bright

Waiting for help

Still time goes on

Photos taken by me