The following poem was written by one of the Move Mountains Project: San Luis participants, Ayla. She wrote this during a poetry workshop. With her permission, we have reprinted it here. Thank you, Ayla, for sharing your poetry and your soul with us. ——————————– My Water Poem By Ayla I am water And I come […]
Saying goodbye to you Is like saying goodbye to my reflection Every morning after careful inspection Of each line and wrinkle I will forget I have Throughout the course of the day Seeing you unexpectedly Is like electrons sparking off a copper plate There’s no debate We had a connection And electric charge Discharging perfection
The free Wednesday newspaper waits in my mailbox, a wrapper for advertisements by the shrill ream, topped by a sheaf of messages from New York addressed to Occupant, my pet name. “Valentine Veggies Keep the Heart Beating,” the newspaper boldly asserts. A perfect story for today, pushing slow products under the banner of health, devoid
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For a basic (one might suppose inherently neutral) law of physics, the phrase has nevertheless garnered a lion’s share of unfriendly users in the low-rent back roads of the vernacular. Many among us, in truth, would far prefer the virulent lash of a “Bitch!” or a “Bastard!” to being leveled by the
a particle of truth endured in my sea of fiction somehow it called to you and you heard identification demands recognition the most fundamental of forces refuses to be denied unencumbered by fear we dance on our own frequency in a universe that knows no time *** An eternal student, Jacqueline Rivas is happily retired
Hairbrush in her right hand, Cell phone in her left, Where she left her common sense Is anybody’s guess Trying to turn the corner Steering with her knees – Here comes Miss America In her great big SUV. Can’t laugh without a laugh track, Can’’t sleep without a pill Running on the fast track But
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