Monthly Archives: June 2009
A Ballad to Hwy 101, 128 and 1
(this version is unedited, a straight through writing, I will edit later…) I have always been different. But I didn’t know everyone felt that way, which makes none of us really alone… A Ballad to HWY 101 I have always … Continue reading
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On A Wing and A Dream
Today is June 19, and it is officially, my 39th birthday! In honor of another year passing and another year being born, I released a new book, a collection of my writings from my blog and newsletter and journals! Here … Continue reading
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The Awakened Heart
An awakened heart happens
when a person is awakened
through compassion to an awareness
of the collective beauty and suffering Continue reading
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Holding Hands With Angels
Despair has visited my house this season.
Has it come to your house also?
Has one you deeply loved gone over to the other side? Continue reading
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Devotional Work: Mystical Path
in the spirit of devotion
a mystical path
is opened Continue reading
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Poets and Artists Project, Alice Walker and Shiloh Sophia
My prayer is that this kind of collaboration, intentional creativity paired with positive media and educational programs, will further the revolution toward honor and dignity for women and girls, and indeed, all people. Palm of Her Hand leads with a focus on women’s work because we know that when a mother honors herself, her children are more likely to honor her, as well as themselves, others, and the whole planet. Continue reading
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She Danced
she danced
for the love she felt
the love she gave away
and the love she kept
she danced to free her spirit
and to free other spirits too Continue reading
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A Visitation by My LIFE MISSION Angel, Einstein and the Self Respect Revolution
I have been making art for 15 years now. There is a substance behind what I am doing – my mission. My actual inspiration. My big dream. I used to talk about it more way back when I called myself a radical feminist. Time softens our fire, but does not put it out. It keeps growing if it is your true fire. Your reason for living fire. Continue reading
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the street unravels an unborn poem
the street unravels an unborn poem into my pen. the liquor store where i buy my red wine smells of and sells nag champa next to porno why do rebel saints like me find that comforting? that taqueria where I … Continue reading
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