A woman of intelligence is worth as much as the Sacred Indian Lotus. Poetry these days blooms from intelligence and the moral fiber of humanity. I am humbled and sincerely appreciative to those alliances that have remained loyal to me. Thank you.
Lotus Weavers
winding skeins
in the cathartic rains
floor looms color the rainbow
spiritualism's infallibility
lotus stalks tranquility
to learn from; not a pyramid scheme
bobbins hold threads of the guru
lotus flower of india adorn alpacas of peru
sacred robes for the monks not a scrap wasted
we have choices
too many with empty voices
shrines are for worship; politics for fires
I traveled once with a group of weavers to Guatemala. They are a special people trying to bring warmth and color into our lives by tedious craftsmanship.
Just a simple gathering of the Gay & Lesbian Activist Association of New Birch and Sipsboror (GLAABS) and we plunge down a hilarious ride to perdition.
During the 1960's a young soldier struggles with basic training, a bully sergeant and his own inner demons. A tale of struggle, redemption and survival.
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