She looked again but she could not find her not on this scraped and scribbled parchment not here among the faint ink lines that denoted landscapes long forgotten hills and valleys that were worn even by the winds of time though she continued the search for the she before her the paper oracleContinue reading Cartography…
We Will Not Be Silenced – Launch Tomorrow!
We Will Not Be Silenced: The Lived Experience of Sexual Harassment and Sexual Assault, Told Powerfully Through Poetry, Prose, Essay and Art is in the best seller #1 position for Poetry Anthologies and the #1 New Release in Women’s Poetry on Amazon! Please, if you have not yet purchased a copy, consider doing so forContinue reading We Will Not Be Silenced – Launch Tomorrow!
Ally…
when I first met her it was on the road to our homeland the sun shone bright and the birds sang praises to the gods she and I shared words of beauty written on the pages with our blood in the ink when next I met her she cupped her hands around an ember ofContinue reading Ally…
I Knew My Heart…Eric Syrdal
I knew my heart when boys were boys and making her cry meant you liked her I knew my heart when concrete met flesh misjudged that bump and bicycles learned to fly are tears really necessary? … walk it off I knew my heart when “one of the guys” was pushing rumors down grapevinesContinue reading I Knew My Heart…Eric Syrdal
Brute – Eric Syrdal
This is something I need to write while the fire of anger is in my heart In these later years of my life I have learned to let go of anger more quickly so what is left of my heart doesn’t become blackened and bitter But I must say this You disgust me You haveContinue reading Brute – Eric Syrdal
Lithograph…- Eric Syrdal
Near the hollow Where the babbling brook plays Where willows bow their shaggy helms juniper kneels to holly And oaks remove their crowns There lived a maid The daughter of a giant Though she inherited no great height nor the strength to crush a mountain Her birthright was of the heart and of twoContinue reading Lithograph…- Eric Syrdal
Shieldmaiden…
Her eyes are painted with porcelain bravery bravado and battlefield-hardened she wields her weapons sarcastic razor-edged wit impenetrable oaken confidence guarding her breast all the ambition forged within iron and steel dark amber flame, her hair across her shoulders a regal mane unstirred by the winds of war like so many before her behindContinue reading Shieldmaiden…
