The Desert Has Left Her Fingerprints in the Dust on My Skin. {poetry}
One hundred thousand people from diverse walks of life, building art, riding bikes together in the desert, surviving dust storms, and there was no war.
Browsing Tag:
Meredith Heller
Summer’s End. {poetry}
The dragonflies are either fat or pregnant tonight,
or maybe like me,
they’ve stuffed themselves on every summer sparkle
and now they’re drunken...
Stories from Stones. {poetry}
Each star gathers one of her stories
and burns through the sorrow of its soul
until each one turns its head
and sings a song of forgiveness.
Trust. {poetry}
Trust is not about whether another person loves you,
but rather about knowing your own self-worth,
all the way down to your bones.
I Wish You. {poetry}
I wish you the cool clean whiteness of shells, the sacredness of bones, the memory of flight that leaves its signature in the feather.
Yuba River. {poetry}
The Yuba river in northern CA held me and turned me in the white water of her hands one weekend when I didn’t think I could ever open myself again.