Pulse Prose

Slide
on broken glass,
jump
over the chair as you race to safety.
Dodge
the oncoming projectile
as it races towards your soul.
Feel your heartbeat in your ears.
It’s a movie.
It’s life.
Recover.
Tighten.
Prepare.
Now, do it again.
This is how I work out.
Preparing my reflexes.
Learning my body.
Forever in awe,
denying limitations,
tempering strength
with a sense of play.Play

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About Laura DeLucio Gross

The beauty of the word is the subconscious nature in which it finds it's way upon our lips or past our fingertips. The stroke of our fingers on a pen or a key or the softest breath carried past our lips have such an impact that friends, relatives and strangers can carry such words with them in their minds, to come along with us on a journey into our thoughts. In our darkest hours we must always remember to remain conscious that people have lived and died by words. I am a wife, mother, confidant and friend to many. There are no strangers in my world. Only friends that I have not yet had a chance to know. Sensually minded, self-educated, street wise, natural living, power tool wielding, minimalist mom with transcendental aspirations.
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