Tamiko Beyer
To Begin, To Manifest
At the start of yoga class last night, my teacher said, “We practice so much, we have to remember to be beginners. Be beginners!” By which I understood her to mean that we need to hold in our minds all…
Step-Step-Leap Into Fearlessness
Hello readers! I’m back from my month-long hiatus. While not blogging in July, I began my stint as a workshop leader for a couple of summer writing workshops for young people, including this one in my neighborhood park. Writing with…
A Hot Little Poem
It’s hot in New York. I mean, really, really hot. Do The Right Thing hot. Drag your mattress out on the fire escape to sleep hot. Crack open a fire hydrant hot. It’s too hot to think clearly about much…
Bringing the Dream Space into the Waking Life
I woke this morning from a dream of reading. I was reading a long poem, rambling and prose-like, its meaning fractured. The poem had a very specific form in terms of the length and the number of lines, although now…
We Will Not Be Shushed: Save Our Libraries!
This Sunday morning ??? oh, probably around 4:30 am or so ??? my sweetie and I will drag ourselves out of bed, get dressed, and ride our bikes to the Brooklyn Public Library. Or maybe we’ll pretend we’re in our…
