more on athens! |
What makes a mother decide to return to a place that she occupied during the self-described "lowest point" in her life? What makes her take the daughter she birthed in that time and place with her?
T...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 06:06:00 GMT |
athens! |
Kalimera, Athena!
after five hundred
and four moons
i have returned
to walk your marble spine
witness by hot slant of sun
your stunning decay
bones
not claimed by museum or other nations
scattered wit...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 10:22:00 GMT |
bounty |
Six, Seven, Ate
Juice dripping from my elbows
Toes sticking to the floor
I pull pits from firm centers
Fuzzy peels from blushed flesh
Six halves stacked times seven
Resting on shoulders of g...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 03:37:00 GMT |
dreaming |
Dream Nebula
Dreamt I birthed a comet,
a volatile snowball from between my legs.
Then holding hairy strands of tail
while hurtling through a twinkling veil,
I flew the length of life in ellipses and...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jul 2007 05:50:00 GMT |
winter |
Depression
push
heave
snow
a low in the landscape of my mind
makes my shoulders groan
rusty hinges
shooting dirty orange pain
to my brain stem
that threatens to shatter i...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 08:33:00 GMT |
diversity |
Comm(on)union of Diversity
A ritual of gathering grows.
From ancient roots
we women meet
and take eat of the body.
A basket of chocolate,
or the heavenly host -
each choice no less va...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 02:53:00 GMT |
dressing for winter |
I Want a Cloak
I want a cloak.
One made of silk and flowers,
worn like a priestess.
Wind in the bias.
Water in the hem.
I want a cloak with stars sewn in the hood.
One that would
gl...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 02:56:00 GMT |
filosophy (that's: feminist philosophy) |
Synoptic Wander
&...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 02:39:00 GMT |
the cavern experience |
Square Womb
We Share
a room for the radiant light of Woman
Champa on the currents of our candle-warmed breath
echoes We share
a room for th...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 05:33:00 GMT |
pleasure and pain... |
Juice
My breasts ache
like ripe peaches
flooded with honey
and crushed sweetly
in a raw moment
of life
©
jeannie dugan sanders
Posted by on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 08:36:00 GMT |
