When Spring come to the soul
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
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
Oh here you go again Larry
with another of your “Have you…” poems…
But truly
have you even smelled the air today
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…
My skin grows scratchy and itchy
and I sense the time for shedding
is again come upon me
as the self I thought myself to be
is both too large and too small
for meeting the challenges of my days
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…
By Emmanuel Karisa Baya*, Farmer and Co-founder and Director of Magarini Children Centre and Organic Demonstration Farm, Kenya I hear the cry of the mankind. The sadness of our cry….
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…