Make of it a parkaFor your soul.— Alice Walker, fromBefore you knew you owned it Old Red Old Red lives for death. He hovers around villages at dark, urging sober to take just one sip, urging lonely to take in snakes, urging fists instead of hugs. His first memory is of crawling in a cold…
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Favorite Book Passages — from “In Search of our Mothers’ Gardens: Womanist Prose,” by Alice Walker
One thing I try to have in my life is an awareness of and openness to mystery, which, to me, is deeper than any politics, race, or geographical location. In the poems I read, a sense of mystery, a deepening of it, is what I look for – because that is what I respond to….
dVerse — OLN — Kindku Double Feature
Healer Magician, god-imbued face, stage-glides in feathers soul searching each heart to pour the kindness of grace. Mango sunrise through stained glass sears clean forbidden streaks as it heals heaven’s lost. Magicked Magician, your tricks ruffle soft through my feathers, soul strings thrummed in tune. A strange mix of carnal grace, mango martinis where redeemed…
One-Liner Wednesday — 2/6/19
image link “Laughter isn’t even the other side of tears. It is tears turned inside out. Truly the suffering is great, here on earth. We blunder along, shredded by our mistakes, bludgeoned by our faults. Not having a clue where the dark path leads us. But on the whole, we stumble along bravely, don’t…
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