Ten years later,
the sons of Abraham
are still
fighting and jockeying
for power and control
the Mothers
are still crying
and holding
and loving.
(Choose Love)
I hear songbirds and the last, dying breaths of the cicadas.
Notes to my future love: – You should know that I am a very tender person with a big, open heart. I love the world but have kept myself away from true love out of fear. I have done a lot of work to change that. I’m not afraid anymore. – This heart I’m speaking…
at dusk cartwheels on the grass sister teaching sister with ubuntu the crunch of dried autumn leaves fading red sun shimmers on the river pink cheeks hair tumbling wildly we watch our breath appear on the exhale moments woven together with great laughter and love in autumn bliss
“It’s the every day moments of grace and despair, joy and sorrow that propel us towards our destiny. Life doesn’t have to be epic to have meaning and neither do stories. I prefer art that makes us ask deeper questions about ourselves or, at the very least, shows how fucking gorgeous and brave we are…
fractal perfection slowly falls from a grey sky awaits play and fun!
As a celebration of National Poetry Month, I am going through my own poetry and getting it ready for publication as so many of my friends and fans have encouraged me to do. (Thanks for the encouragement, everyone!) I am also celebrating some of my favorite poets here on ye old blog. I was introduced…