Poem of the Week: Bloodstone Mirror by Cleo Bell Minutes tick weeks float like the snow transition from Mother to Crone— reading...

You’ll drown me, and I’ll let you— and I’ll love it— because I’m safe with you.

sun shines through leaves casting rhythms dancing light and free

(Poem of the Week) She Picked You But then she didn’t Needing something in the moments past the untouched of what was hinted. She did...

(Poem of the Week) A thought blows in I take a breath Wonderin’ where he is There’s just somethin’ about that man Dancing eyes—wicked...

Poetry in chance I gaze / upon a page a pic a post / I'm lost now / my plans are toast . . . lucid dreams this dark, wet night

I'll loung in the tree tops purring /I'll hop through the brush in a scurry /I'll charge through rivers /or cut ocean waters /I'll chatter /

A self portrait in words. "She knows true love is divine unchanging and fluid like a still river, a Goddess, an ancestor, a Druid."

I found a love Courageous and . . . Angelic panther, Was I destined for you? If you have nine lives we’ve met in a few— I recognize your...

A new land is born a new scene forms on and on she writes it starts to breathe on its own like an instrument alive.

(Poem of the Week) A monarch man— gentle as a butterfly, willing and able to fly— long distances with your heart of fire— Man of faith!...

Silent swimmer Your old soul frightens me Behind your eyes an ocean of possibilities— I cry for you, keeper of secrets, as you watch,...

While you circle the skies While you watch and wait Wondering if I’m worthy I tread above clear waves While you dive down for your draft...

(Poem of the Week) Double bubble No toil No trouble There are halos here and there and earthbounds in the thinning air. North East- South...

(Poem of the Week) Sequin green humming flutters from flower to flower, and a baby bunny hopped by not two feet from me— he stopped to...

(Poem of the Week) Waning moon toward the new A dark All Hallows’ Eve The spirits roam through whispered breeze black cats hide black...

(Poem of the Week) A whispered wish from the grave summoned a timeless love . . . we are moon magic— you are the sun— I wave to you...

(Poem of the Week) That November night I was a queen and you a king. You played the royal jukebox, and your ceaseless arms held me while...

(Poem of the Week) V-18 Seeking around the ashes Discovering new sight I found Love as it is in my century. —Cori Lark Corina © 2007...

(Poem of the Week) My solitude is the result of my survival My fear is the loss of my youth My womanhood is the peak of the mountaintop...