I Am a Woman Full
I am a woman full ofagonizing empathy andwelling convictions,and I don’t know what to say or do.
If My Vagina Were a Gun
(In response to this poem by almost the same title) If my vagina were a gun, how careful I would be,knowing that it could mean life or death to somebody.If my vagina were a gun, yes I’d treat it with … Continued
Quite Quietly
If you don’t have something nice to say,don’t say anything at all,so we must live quite quietlyon earth after the fall.
Complicated
Life is complicated, eh?There’s not much else that I can say.
Another Hill
It seems we have come to another hill.Put it in the lowest gear and pedal hard.And even if we have to walk this one,someday we’ll come coasting into the yard.
The Bottom of the Middle
There is a spectrum fromtaking advantageto being taken advantage of.There are those who do oneor the other,then some people in betweenwho can freely give and receivenot only gifts and helpbut also respect and admiration.And then there are somein the bottom … Continued
Some Days It’s Not
I’m on a roll.Today’s my day,and nothing’s gettingin my way.I’m gaining speed,I’m gaining ground,and wondering whysomedays I’m down.On days that it’s easyto act on my thoughtsit’s hard to rememberwhy some days it’s not.
Deep Pockets
I have a friend with deep pocketsfull of truth and grace…pockets so deep in pants so tall,and sometimes it’s hard to see His face.
No One Needs Poetry
No one needs poetry.They need foodand shelter,hope, peace and love.But since we don’t all haveall these thingswe need poetry.But if we all hadfood, shelter, hope, peace and love,then we would not need poetry.But then we would want itall the more.
Strong North Wind
Face the strong north windand just keep pedaling.As long as your feet moveyour wheels will spin.The fastest lose all feelingin their frozen legs and feet.The fact that you keep goingmeans you’ll win.