Privilege
I want, more than anything, for life to return to “normal”–however, I recognize that that is my privilege speaking. My … Continue reading Privilege
Tag: poem
Eldering
I love the facesWhere every line tells a storyOf a life that knows joyBut also knows worry Faces with halted … Continue reading Eldering
Blessings and Sorrows
Ode to a Washcloth. Covid-19 poem#2
I have an early memoryOf a warm washcloth on my faceTelling me to “Rise and shineWake up, buttercup, make haste” … Continue reading Ode to a Washcloth. Covid-19 poem#2
Everyday. Covid-19 Poem#1
Everyday I am outside, with my hands in the soil.Everyday I pet my cat and romp with my dogs.Everyday I … Continue reading Everyday. Covid-19 Poem#1
Piano Woman
This body of mineIs a receiver of energyVibrations/waves of feelingPassing through. There is a finite rangeMy body is able to … Continue reading Piano Woman
Poor Poor Pitiful Me
The stories you tell yourself are just stories Your fucked up life doesn’t really exist except in your head I … Continue reading Poor Poor Pitiful Me
Pure Potentia
I lost me when I fell through the spaces between words When I fell into the cauldron of pure potentia—where … Continue reading Pure Potentia
No Where to Run
I’ve given meaning to all I feelAnd to all I see–believing it’s real The jealousy and greed that I see … Continue reading No Where to Run
Alyssa
In this blessed coolness of morning When the world is beginning to wake Before thought has arisen Just being…for … Continue reading Alyssa
Precipice
On the edge of death Balancing on the ledge Looking into the dark Scared out of my wits May be … Continue reading Precipice
Divine Mother
In this stillness of morning Before thought splits the day I surrender to Divine’s embrace And feel Her breathe me— … Continue reading Divine Mother
Empathy
I hear the Earth The roar of Her rivers in my veins The taste of Her rain nourishing me The … Continue reading Empathy
Tao
I traveled to that other shore In a boat of solitude and grace Way beyond where mind can go And … Continue reading Tao
Ocean of Peace
I remember as a little child I was afraid of the bogeyman He was under my bed He was outside … Continue reading Ocean of Peace
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