by Susy Rodriguez I am from mornings smelling like roses in spring. I am from the loud crowing of a rooster in the mornings, the silent trees in the evenings, and the illuminated, calm skies... Read more
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The victim I once was ran with all her might and came to a threshold One moonlit mountain night I let go of self-blame for the undeserved assault; As the wind carried the clouds It blew away... Read more
by Jyoti Wind The night was clear, my conscience the same. I realized I wasn’t to be a workhorse for other people’s wants. Ebullient with happiness and light, ready for my own life, I left t... Read more
by Greg Firmstone Let me tell you the story of the Goddess who stuffed herself into a sack. You’ve heard this tale before It’s woven in your genes The desert wind like your Mother at dawn ki... Read more