Gratitude
Ixchel
In the ethereal tapestry of existence, under the watchful gaze of Ixchel’s guiding light under my mother wove the threads that brought me forth into this vibrant, chaotic world. You gifted me to my mother and before you left, you said, when it is time for me to return, you will be confused, but as you look to the uj (moon) in the sky, you will be comforted.
By "Ann Garza"2 months ago in Poets
Affiliate to the Blues
The blues called, and I answered not with apology, but with cadence. This is not a song for politeness. It is a dispatch from the mythic edge, where care is not weakness, and trouble is sacred. I grew up listening to the powerful voices of women before me, who shared their truths through worn microphones and with proud, unyielding spirit. Janis, Big Mama, Bessie did not whisper. They roared.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
We Are Done
The strike is over: long exhale; happier thoughts. And who do we blame? * Note: I just learned in the middle of teaching a class that the STM (Société de transport de Montréal) ended their strike (well, the maintenance workers, at least). Things might shut down on the weekend, but all digits are crossed that this will be the new norm.
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Poets
Saved by grace
Saved by Grace At the mountain of Hillsong where the birds sing, with echo , along with the running waters, there i found my peace, my joy, and my life, after a season of regreting my life, not knowing i could be saved, only if I knew life had a second chance, perhaps I wouldnt be the slave of my actions.
By Uhone Titus 2 months ago in Poets
