Woman As A City 04/16/2018 woman is a city festooned in cherry blossoms girded in graceful silence while her eyes embrace what beauty they can find between bare branch life and wind that sends cotton candy blooms swirling around her woman is a raw-skinned tipi in a sea of sailed homes worn rough by nature's round and pound parfleche face squinting at new Northern suns woman is a city of Africa full of spicy hints of anise and oregano and deep sweet cinnamons browned over an open fire to release her pungent READ MORE
woman is a city festooned in cherry blossoms girded in graceful silence while her eyes embrace what beauty they can find between bare branch life and wind that sends cotton candy blooms swirling around her woman is a raw-skinned tipi in a sea of sailed homes worn rough by nature's round and pound parfleche face squinting at new Northern suns woman is a city of Africa full of spicy hints of anise and oregano and deep sweet cinnamons browned over an open fire to release her pungent
That Kind Of Woman ix 05/23/2017 IX She is a female version of god, of divinity, of Creator’s will; she is memory of mother’s call to come to dinner; she is your women, or not, and nothing you can do will make her be either; she is a voice in valleys that rifle up mountainside like a gunshot’s echo; she’s a soughing breeze coming in cool and tired from raging shores with damselfly kisses that make your skin become Braille; she’s capable of trading you for another god, or cause you to bow at her jingling ankles, or have you READ MORE
IX She is a female version of god, of divinity, of Creator’s will; she is memory of mother’s call to come to dinner; she is your women, or not, and nothing you can do will make her be either; she is a voice in valleys that rifle up mountainside like a gunshot’s echo; she’s a soughing breeze coming in cool and tired from raging shores with damselfly kisses that make your skin become Braille; she’s capable of trading you for another god, or cause you to bow at her jingling ankles, or have you
That Kind Of Woman 05/22/2017 VIII This woman, every woman, any woman, is a tree with names carved in her; testaments that you belong, were drawn in under her shade, and, yet, were so disrespectful that you left her wounded in wide open spaces with a need to heal on her own because of your careless regard. Her need is for you to know her right to her core if only you were worthy enough. Her breath is your breath gone stale in being held, and she will turn your cheek from her so you hear but not taste her truths. You fear READ MORE
VIII This woman, every woman, any woman, is a tree with names carved in her; testaments that you belong, were drawn in under her shade, and, yet, were so disrespectful that you left her wounded in wide open spaces with a need to heal on her own because of your careless regard. Her need is for you to know her right to her core if only you were worthy enough. Her breath is your breath gone stale in being held, and she will turn your cheek from her so you hear but not taste her truths. You fear