In this pose, stretch until you fall apart. In this pose, fall into a dark matter. In this pose, learn that nothing is as it seems. In this pose, make a plea bargain. In this pose, option to become a delusion or a distraction....
Read More1 that old train – golden wheat wet and waving 2 red roof inn the first r unlit 3 yu-hsiang tofu my pants fit a bit tighter 4 a child sees herself in a small puddle saying nothing 5 finally found his futon my old...
Read MoreHow, poet, do you keep the faith? Through every phase You sit down and praise I think I understand prayer And the love for God But when prayers go unanswered In the still of the night When the slave feels the master In the early...
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Windflower lives on the Mendocino Coast with her wife and two border collies. Her camera is a door into a journey of light and color and meditation – and a connection with the poetry in nature and her own spirit. Her work has been shown in several exhibits.
Read MoreHow fire has a way of going viral, Faster than a post of a modern-day Lady Godiva On Facebook, and still, there are No miracle cures for the wild things. Prometheus didn’t bring Fire to this world, for mankind To set her...
Read MoreYou’ll have someone else’s eyes, stranger. You won’t see the sparrows in my head. The world will be translucent—the light through orchid petals will break over everything: sun dyed lies. Somewhere deep and echoing like water you...
Read MoreI have a friend ten years younger To whom her doctor said (Yesterday, I learned) “I give you Approximately five years.” Perhaps for good behavior, it seems She will be getting out a good deal sooner than I. Perhaps foolishly, I...
Read MorePerhaps you recall helping Mother hang wash on the backyard Rope line, you holding a raffia basket Piled with damp cloth. Possibly your small fist Clutching clothespins to hand her, one by one. Maybe Very many years later you...
Read MoreYong Outside the compound, the wind was howling. It was too strong, too forceful, making the straw and mud compound defenseless before it. Yong curled himself into a ball to make himself warm. He had no cotton clothes nor coal,...
Read Moreshare an experience, strike a bond, precious thing but when we practice Magic, (which includes all art) whatever bond is struck is incidental to something else. On the other hand the way we form groups is not magic, but magical...
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