sunday morning haiku
softness of an infant’s head
the scent of amber
a Mariachi band plays!
softness of an infant’s head
the scent of amber
a Mariachi band plays!
In this episode, I reveal some inspirations and talk about the value of poetry as protest, the worth of women and mothers, and how the myths of Henry David Thoreau and Adam Smith support cultural gaslighting.
What sower strode across the earth, Which hands sowed The heart’s seeds of fire? Like rainbow’s bands they went out from his fists To the frozen ground, young earth, hot sand And there shall they sleep Greedy, and drink up our life And break it into pieces For the sake of a sunflower you don’t…
our eyes met for a moment, we fell deeply in– today i am aflutter.
This morning, I led my second writing workshop at a local homeless shelter. Before I arrived, I chose the following prompt: In the silence I understand… We do 20 minutes of free writing and then share. I found it interesting that one of the women I was working with could hear but didn’t speak. I…
Bring it, Universe. This beats being protected within the context of “I’ll protect you in exchange for the right to control you.” So, I’ll bring the winsome smile and let the rest come along. I’ll be the flower just being a beautiful flower and let the bees and the rain and the sun come to…
angel of the quake she clings to his leg holding up the fractured pillars (white marble with purple veins) she clings to him looking up with such devotion (the master feeds her) she clings to his leg holding on to a crumbling world she is in the rubble now her hands bleeding seeking his eyes…