Poems, Prose, Photos & the Art of Being Human
The dragon lives in the sky, ocean,
marshes, and mountains; and the
mountains are also its cranium.
It's voice thunders and jingles like
copper pans. It breathes fire and
water; and sometimes the dragon
is one, sometimes many.
Maxine Hong Kingston
“Rarely, if ever, are any of us healed in isolation. Healing is an act of communion.”
for sea & sight blue & white for sand so light prints are left till washed away legs will walk & hearts will talk till sea & we begin again
The secret to change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new.
POODLE SPRITES
Spring appears in waves as sea of curls return to play - gold growls sail through blue.
for whatever we lose
(like a you or a me)
it’s always our self
we find in the sea.
Elizabeth Oakley Weaver 