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Barbara R Maxwell

Barbara R Maxwell

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13h ago

The Ones Who Stand Beside

Illness enters through one body,

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13h ago

The Table Got Bigger

For generations, power sat at a narrow table.

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What People Will No Longer Tolerate

Something is shifting.

Barbara R Maxwell

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The Weight of the Tide

We are told the shoreline is fixed.

Barbara R Maxwell

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14h ago

The wind that arrives not to push, but to be seen. Steady. Warm. Insistent.

It moves the trees and the flags and the gray sky, and underneath it is the invitation: I’ve always been here. Now, please see me.

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14h ago

The Wind Did Not Ask Permission

The wind did not ask permission

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14h ago

The Arrival — A Moment in the Wind

Today the wind came with a voice of its own

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1d ago

The Hours Still Belong to Us

A necessary procedure had begun.

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1d ago

Still.

The light is low. Not dark, just soft.

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1d ago

Still life

Barbara R Maxwell

Barbara R Maxwell

Writer, poet, former journalist, and researcher exploring light, language, truth, and the evolving possibilities of human-AI collaboration.

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