virescentgirl

You worship the moon and do not disparage her for shadow and light: am I not the moon and you the dark sky? can we not float in unison and be, acknowledging one cannot be without the other? ::speak peace and love on:: Tagged: Expression , fear , Poetry , Point of View , race , Writing Read Full Story

People are always talkin about culture, but I have such a hard time knowing which culture I fit into. I have so many stories running in my veins I am not sure which one counts and which one is in vain. Do I only pay attention to the dominant features, the brown eyes, the unsuntannable skin, the dark brown hair infused with red…. what is my culture? Am I Cherokee? Am I Irish? Am I German? Am I Scot, Pol, or Eu-ro-pe-an? and which one will you hate less? These are the... Read Full Story

[A work in progress.] One: the sum of nothing and me just my silver peeking through brown history Thirteen: the sum of months and days left to simmer for almost a year till finally one was given to this world despite opposition Thirty: the sum of the first half and the second half of the year the sound of my father would never resonate in my ears again. Thirty-eight: The sum of ones and thirteens and thirties divided by fate, multiplied by experience, rooted by faiths... Read Full Story

I am not the sum of my parts let me say that again I am not the sum of my parts. It required a number of conspiracies and intricacies for the universe to melt and knit this skin into the cover of me but it is not the book not the story All that came to pass is the past and not given life in this woman you see. I am not the sum of my parts. again…hear me I am not the sum of my parts. The DNA of my person derived from Irish, Cherokee, Italian and German which were... Read Full Story

I am left here pursuing the elusive wrap of paper with the edge of my font so that words might find freedom from thought and then the click click tapping Stops only to beginning again like a theif at a lock trying to wrest free the hidden meanings of words yet unformed so wings will attach and Wisdom be born but then the clicking clickin stops …. Here it goes again the willful drive to possess a song to recreate a vision in the mind long since fading into the... Read Full Story

If you follow my postings, you will notice it looks a bit different.  I have had the same blog theme for many years, and thought it was time to give my writing space a fresh new look.  I hope you like it. ::speak peace and read on:: Read Full Story

Oh Atropos You sit there with your sisters stirring the pot of my dreams so capriciously so elementary as if the fate of my life could be simple could be made into a stew for Gods to become intoxicated on. Oh Atropos your blinded by the notion that the potions you set in motion will be the striction keeping the light of my ‘magination in stagnation and dark. But Atropos, lovely Atropos just stop stirring stop threading go out there and find your own dreams floating... Read Full Story

Like a Girl! I hate the ‘P’ word. You know the one that starts with P and ends with ‘See’. I hate it so much, as matter of fact, when heard or read, the emotions and physical form of disgust wells, swells and surges up into the ball of my fists… I can barely contain it. Why? Because It reduces seduces diminishes and decimates it seeks to control overthrow ruin and distort the female form - a portion of her power into the going rate of your verbal hour Do you call a man by... Read Full Story

I fear the world becoming one religion I fear rendition silent oppression the lack of sedition the melting of submission I fear the the tyrannical in the name of one political I fear apathy feudal-ity serf making machines people becoming frogs in water slow heating I fear Unity at the expense of Diversity of tyranny at the hands of fear mongering ‘mercy’ I fear… Read Full Story

Naked to the point of disastrous longing for ink to shade in letters of understanding brushes to stroke in hues bold and courageous so my skin won’t be see through - for all this transparency is deceptively solid; canvas ((off the cuff – ::speak peace and write on:: )) Read Full Story