Bohemian Swamp Witch
A woman, by her very natureIs wild, untamedA balmy breeze and a tornadoI cringe, seeing her prayTo some invisible He-GodWhen … Continue reading Bohemian Swamp Witch
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Spirit Child
I think the greatest gift my mother gave me was to not see meTo not project her own dogmaOr societal … Continue reading Spirit Child
Staircase to Heaven
We live in parallel universesAnd we wonder why we can’t uniteLike radio receivers on different stations We’re as different as … Continue reading Staircase to Heaven
The Silence of Love
Period in Time
When we can danceWith the limited bodyAnd unlimited spiritThe real danceOf life beginsWhen spirit is knownAnd fear of death is … Continue reading Period in Time
This Old House
Our bodies, our homeMade of flesh and boneAre finite and will crumbleLike sand from stoneEven with constant upkeepEven a carpenter’s … Continue reading This Old House
Weaving Ink
The black and white wordsFall from my mindOnto paperChanging intoDots and dashes And curlicuesAs my hand dancesOn paperLeaving my mind … Continue reading Weaving Ink
Physics
When time collapsesCause and effect become onePast and future become nowAnd mind is silencedWithout a linear flowThere is just this … Continue reading Physics
Swan Song
We are not our bodiesThey are justCongealed consciousnessThoughts, beliefs, DNAManifesting in formSolidifiedRefecting my world–My bones have become porousFrom lack of … Continue reading Swan Song
The Zen of July
The Zen of JulyGood morning JulyHeat, sweat, fliesWatermelons, peachesPicnics and beachesSunflowers’ bright facesCut roses in vasesSun that scorchesLazy front porchesThe … Continue reading The Zen of July
Angels and Addicts
I come from a line of Healers and fighters. Givers and thievesAngels and addictsI was “nursey, goody two shoes”And my … Continue reading Angels and Addicts
Expansion Contraction
Sometimes my spirit soars to new heights…expanded, elated…as when I am reading Rumi, or when I bathe in the ocean…and … Continue reading Expansion Contraction
Fecundity
I am not an artistI am not well-trainedNor have I any natural talentsWhat I do haveIs the ability toVacate this … Continue reading Fecundity
Between the Lines
I’ve read a thousand booksLooking for meA phrase hereA poem thereSomething that feels familiarA resonance, a harmonyNot found with family … Continue reading Between the Lines
Peopling
I peopled todayPeopling is hardWhen it subtractsAnd doesn’t enhance I tried to conjour the nurseWhen health became the discourse But … Continue reading Peopling
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