The Poetry of Our Living
“The chemo will take your hair,” Dr. says.“No it won’t,” she declares.“The hair is mine.I’ll do with as I please,gift away as I choose.” “Want to feel my hairone last…
“The chemo will take your hair,” Dr. says.“No it won’t,” she declares.“The hair is mine.I’ll do with as I please,gift away as I choose.” “Want to feel my hairone last…
Join Cheryl Slover-Linett, Founder of the sponsoring non-profit Lead Feather, and myself as we once again host this sacred space for a few select folks feeling called into a deep…
Oh to be erotically alive in this world!
What joys and sorrows are sure to visit
and to be willing to let each in
to so receive the embrace
of unspeakable beauty and wonder and heart break
For the first time in a weekI look in the mirrorsix hairshang long out my right nostril A dozen protrudefrom my right ear as to beg for combingor at least…
RISING UP—TOGETHER I I see you Oh you little man because I have one in me too though you sit in the highest office of the land a bully now…
I woke this morningto rise before Sunseeking witness of virgin shafts of lightdancing with shadows whilepiercing the bows of tall Ponderosas andcaressing towering Firs too I unzip the door of…
I saw the web this morningSwear I did A spider’s gossamer thin threadcaught Sun’s first shafts of lightpiercing tall pinesdense needles yet drippingwater droplets fallenfrom floating clouds in night’s skyunder…