The Poet's Hart

Where are you my salvation? Everywhere and nowhere I can touch. From rowing my boat through piece of my heart, the li...

Artist: Susan Seddon Boulet I know we have bodies...bodies behind desks...cash-registers...computers...sex...sinks…treadmills.....

Nehmes, Temple Singer (Neh-MEEZ)   On the first day of Egypt’s Spring Eleven revolution, while a young generation called out...

My shift as passenger came at night this particular run from east to west, Krazy Crow going to Blackfoot, Wolf Woman to the old Grey...

Women eat crises for breakfast, eat our hurts like snake its skin, desire at trembling thighs meeting. Women eat monsters fo...

Where are you taking me, she whispered to monkey as if the trees had ears, and stars might tell moon she had wandered far from bed. Monkeys ...

Home O we can spin upon string, ellipse planets in space about sun but what is home to us? What is need for our seed to dream of re...