Poetry Friday
Red Brocade The Arabs used to say,When a stranger appears at your door,feed him for three daysbefore asking who he is,where he’s come from,where he’s headed.That way, he’ll have strengthenough to answer.Or, by… Continue reading
Red Brocade The Arabs used to say,When a stranger appears at your door,feed him for three daysbefore asking who he is,where he’s come from,where he’s headed.That way, he’ll have strengthenough to answer.Or, by… Continue reading
Today on International Women’s Day I want to express my gratitude to all the women who have inspired and continue to inspire me here on Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer. I draw strength from… Continue reading
The Wild Iris At the end of my sufferingthere was a door. Hear me out: that which you call deathI remember. Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.Then nothing. The weak sunflickered over… Continue reading
I Don’t Want to Live a Small Life I don’t want to live a small life. Open your eyes,open your hands. I have just comefrom the berry fields, the sunkissing me with its… Continue reading