Sometimes I can find no respect for myself
Sometimes I can find no respect for myself It is true Though once shameful to admit given how devoted I can be to cultivating it from others now I am…
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Poetry of Resiliency
Where Trees Kiss Their Shadows
We did find a tree and her shadow to sit with
Me and my shadow I mean
A World Worth Waking Up In
Is it not in fact the womb of Earth’s ancient and primeval salty oceans that are the birthplace of our own blood and tears of joy or of grief through…
If we can but be large enough of heart and mind for a time
Oh—there are so many things I want to know but today I am moved with a fear and so my curiosity is small and narrow I want to know—How can…
The Cross We Are Hung Upon
Here, then, is the cross that you and I that we are hung upon, is it not? Can we trust this awakening scratching for release from inside the egg’s shell…
I heard a poem call my name today
I heard a poem call my name today while walking an isle at the grocery store It subtly invited my attention the way a half-remembered dream becomes whole only if…
Becoming Man
Until a man has hung suspended by the North Star naked and upside down then buried and eaten by worms and been born again into milkweed and monarch into wild…