Cry with me, Mother, and let our teardrops turn to rock. You can strike me until I shatter into a million pieces: I will become the sands

I see the forests worshipped in their tall grandeur shading families from the scorching sun... From Colombia to Lenapehoking, this is Home 

A ship that spends its existence anchored in place will never fulfill its destiny, never to set sail on the wild tides... Will you

The silver hairs and lines in their skin make them even more beautiful, knowing we have shared all these years together

If words are your only vessel, then I am beached. For I live in a wealth of intuition, of which the world has become impoverished

You. Who are not woman enough for me, You. Who are not what I thought you would be... objects soaring like shells and stars, the wrong way

She ran home crying in her blood stained dress, she feared she was dying, her mother never told her about womanhood...