Earth Day

 

It’s simple. We are nature. To love her is to love ourselves. The more we feel this, the easier it becomes to fight for her. Happy Earth Day.

A poem from EVERYDAY MERMAID. A collaborative poetry art book I created with the artist, Deidre Scherer.

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To The Flower Garden

 

To the Flower Garden, will be published in a thousand flowers® forthcoming book, When the Flowers Sing: A Flower Poetry Anthology. Flowers are given for every occasion of our lives. The book deepens your connection to flowers’ primal magic.

 

GOLD AT THE END OF THE POEM

 

Robert Bly believed gold in a fairytale presaged a happy ending. I believe for poetry too.

 

FOR ARWEN

 

My daughter birthing her first baby, herself as a mother, and  me as a grandmother.

Press play to listen to audio of me reading FOR ARWEN… and scroll down to see the whole poem.

 

FOR MY GRANDSON HUCK

 

This was written soon after my grandson’s birth. Have you ever had so much joy suddenly come into your life that you were afraid to hold it?

 

Washing Hands

 

I am a bit OCD about hand washing. Then Covid hit. Ouch. Worse. I’suspect I am not alone. This poem is a nudge nudge wink wink to me  and all those as we slowly undo the fear and change the pattern to washing when appropriate.

 

MY FARMERS' MARKET: 2009

Summertime 2009. This poem was written in a different time. My heart hurts at the enormity of ongoing greed, duplicity, violence, and hate, which has been revealed and multiplied since then. Take some sustenance from simple pleasures and connections recounted in this poem. They still exist in our country. They will help our hearts. They will help us stay juicy for the long task of freeing our nation and our people from deliberate enslavement.

CODA: OUR BREATH

 

It’s simple. We are nature. To love her is to love ourselves. The more we feel this, the easier it becomes to fight for her.

Press play to listen to audio of me reading CODA: OUR BREATH… and scroll down to see the whole poem.

 

Washing Dishes

 

Confession: when I am sad or dealing with intense inner work or big house breakages (no hot water, no water, no internet etc.) washing dishes is the first to go. So this poem is helping me get a new relationship to make it more fun and actually nourishing.