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I Give You Back


By Joy Harjo (Native American poet)

I release you, my beautiful and terrible
fear.  I release you.  You were my beloved… 318 more words


Movement is the Language I Come From

Around the time I was acquiring language, my mother worked as an aquatics director at a pool in Millis, Massachusetts. After she finished coaching the Glen Ellen swim team through their sets of free and fly, we would step down the small flight of stairs into the water together. 425 more words

Eagle Poem


By Joy Harjo

To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you. 138 more words


Turning the table

Painted pine table for sale.


It comes with a bit of baggage. Lousie and I bought this table when we moved into our house in Clontarf.   692 more words


we will all find our way

We will all find our way, no matter fire leaping through holes in jump time,
No matter earthquake, or the breaking of love spilling over the dreck of matter… 24 more words


The language of circles

Hallo lovelies

It’s late but I still want to say Hallooooo, and express my gratitudes for the day.

With all these people chucking freezing buckets of water over their heads for a good cause, my first gratitude has to be for clean running water. 859 more words