I write and write but still I say Nothing It’s stuck in my body You know what I’m talking about It’s stuck in yours, too
The holy dwells in the fabrics of India, in a woman’s bright sari, rich in colors with gold around the edges. It dwells in her scarlet
Put the eagle feather which I found in Canada on my altar. Never forget the sacred water healing which we did at the Michipicoten tribal
I wish words would fly by me like butterflies and land softly on my page. I wish words would tap me on the shoulder and
Gentle Readers, I started a podcast with my friend Charla a few weeks ago titled STFU: We are not done talking yet. We discuss current
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