I, a soul of fire,
bathed in the treasured rare river,
"Desert Child" by Angela Wise
rapturous ancient verse
The Kiln Project's Interview with Naama Goldstein
Such is this mythical river, a threshold between life and death.
The Kiln Project's Interview with Jennifer Moxley
gracefully drifting from one place to the next
"Wind Beneath My Wings" by Victoria Walls
Now, this isn’t a free ride
"Life As A Dependent" by Debra Reilly
I fell weak
to the rich thick fluids
that swam in him and rendered us a poignant interlock
of body and God
"When The Body Electric Sang to Us: A Conversation with Whitman" by Victoria Walls
of gold
sunshine blazes which kissed my skin.
"Desert Child" by Angela Wise
My spirit learned from nature
to offer up its fruits to the weary,
"Desert Child" by Angela Wise
In streets, we are strangers;
we are ships passing in the night, strung with rosewater and sweet winds,
and those sweet winds are the breaths of the coming morning.
"When The Body Electric Sang to Us: A Conversation with Whitman" by Victoria Walls
Stand no more.
"Walk, Duchess, Walk" by Debra Reilly
Until I lay down amongst the mesas
"Desert Child" by Angela Wise
bathed in the treasured rare river,
"Desert Child" by Angela Wise
rapturous ancient verse
The Kiln Project's Interview with Naama Goldstein
Such is this mythical river, a threshold between life and death.
The Kiln Project's Interview with Jennifer Moxley
gracefully drifting from one place to the next
"Wind Beneath My Wings" by Victoria Walls
Now, this isn’t a free ride
"Life As A Dependent" by Debra Reilly
I fell weak
to the rich thick fluids
that swam in him and rendered us a poignant interlock
of body and God
"When The Body Electric Sang to Us: A Conversation with Whitman" by Victoria Walls
of gold
sunshine blazes which kissed my skin.
"Desert Child" by Angela Wise
My spirit learned from nature
to offer up its fruits to the weary,
"Desert Child" by Angela Wise
In streets, we are strangers;
we are ships passing in the night, strung with rosewater and sweet winds,
and those sweet winds are the breaths of the coming morning.
"When The Body Electric Sang to Us: A Conversation with Whitman" by Victoria Walls
Stand no more.
"Walk, Duchess, Walk" by Debra Reilly
Until I lay down amongst the mesas
"Desert Child" by Angela Wise