by lori | Feb 24, 2017 | Gratitude, Grief, Here and now, Nature, Poetry
i. see her there that wide open tree out my window the one with gray arm branches, no leaves, and peeling bark? holding divine moss in perfectly twisted hands? the one that all the flickers love? I am breaking, she says, just breaking. ii. Here in this valley between... by lori | Jun 28, 2015 | Culture Shift, Poetry
1. Pain and Shock I lay in bed this week fevered and in pain energy drained throat on fire tired and sick while screens around me surface a young white face with stone dead eye sockets murderer, 9 times over lily white terrorist with a Dorothy Hamill haircut imagined... by lori | May 20, 2015 | Caregiving, Content, Here and now, Multiple Choice, Poetry, Sentience
blank page empty space a face turning into wind solitude bare feet a fuck-it attitude a friend’s voice removing my head from my ass felt freedom to mess up keep learning felt connection to the universe herself nature before me shifting from particle to wave...