Author of Three-Penny Memories: A Poetic Memoir (EIF-Experiments in Fiction, 2022). Pushcart Nominated Poet 2022. Editor MasticadoresUSA.
Rising shadows of flames, dressed in deep void, I arrive to burn the bramble of your complacent life. You hide inside this clay façade, live for self in idle pleasure, slumber in this carcass of addiction and desire. I hold you down as you writhe in agony, thrive on your muffled screams. You smolder... Continue Reading →
This is the poem I plan to read at an event to honor Women’s History Month. Our Mother Earth is crying. May she heal, and may we all heal.
Rising shadows of flames, dressed in deep void, I arrive to burn the bramble of your complacent life. You hide inside this clay façade, live for self in idle pleasure, slumber in this carcass of addiction and desire. I hold you down as you writhe in agony, thrive on your muffled screams. You smolder... Continue Reading →
At this time of year, when winter sets in and asks us to reflect on our lives, we may feel depressed and hopeless. This is the time of year when we face ourselves, for spiritual hibernation is required to lay the groundwork for new seed in the spring. Despair can be dangerous, but as long as we realize we are in this together, maybe we can all get survive this holy study of soul.
A Prayer: Calm Within the Storm To You, the One Most High, I send this prayer. It is not with words, But with the light from my heart. Words may tarnish What I truly feel. I am of Light, am I not? Light speaks my truth. You know me as I truly shine, And even... Continue Reading →
This is an older poem explaining the origin of the name of my blog. I found this name with one of those fun apps that came across my Facebook page. Though the method to discover this name was mundane, the name speaks volumes. Source is all. I decided to keep the name for my journaling. Weaver... Continue Reading →
The Dream We are the subconscious of God cast as stars born of dust holding mysteries for Him to entertain. We are symbols in geometric mist, designed for play on colliding stages. We are joyous novas spinning in tune with cosmic harmonics from the fount of creation. We are the dream infinitum, His genesis, His... Continue Reading →
God is at work God is at work. God is at work. God is at work. We have seen the crust of time Open like a door to baby stars As ancient ones go nova, Opening the way for rebirth. Fear is healing Fear is healing. Fear is healing. This pain, This wound, This infection Has... Continue Reading →
This post includes the audio for the latest poem uploaded December 30, 2017. You can see the wording on that post. Winter is a good time to reflect. Introspection opens to spiritual growth. Sometimes when we face ourselves, we may feel depressed. Knowing yourself and letting go of all that does not align is not... Continue Reading →
Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver 