The Bones of My Sisters!

Coatlicue.    The Bones of My Sisters By Reda Rackley June 21, 2004   King snake whispers into Maria’s ear.  Ssssssssssssss, soon daughter, soon it will be over.  King snake slides around Maria’s pale neck and places her scaly head upon the gold Virgin of...

Rumi – There is some kiss we want! There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell. And the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling. At night, I open the window and ask the...

wrinkles, wrinkles, pathways to the invisible, hard earned wrinkles, weather beaten elemental digging down deep into the earth wrinkles, no apologies for the beauty carved upon the skin of the forgotten women, wise women never seen, never heard, beauty hidden behind...

Roses are Red

Roses are red spilling crimson beauty petal by petal Fallin on her knees pierced by the thorns of livin Lamentin lost children, lost lovers, lost memories, lost beauty Her tears anointin the black earth keenin, grievin, howlin at the fat moon. Wind woman whispers in...

Giving Birth

From One Mother to Another  She waits – wondering – her body no longer her own – belongs to the miracle of creation – Star dust hidden in the womb – fireworks inevitable – exploding – exploring – exposing the green core of  her soul Ancestors humming birth song –...

I Come from a Long Line of Women

  I COME FROM A LONG LINE OF WOMEN   WHO SNIFFED EARTH’S DARK DANK SCENT CRAWLING ON ALL FOURS SMELLING WET FECUND FIELDS OF DESIRE.    I COME FROM A LONG LINE OF WOMEN… WHO DANCED THE FERTILITY DANCE SLIDING BELLIES UPON  EARTH; SENSING, FLICKING...

July 20, 2011 – Ironing Sunflowers

Every time Ruby Faye walked the rotten, wooden planks to the two legged ironing board that owned her, the front porch groaned like an old fat woman heavin herself up & out of her worn out rockin chair. This ironing board contraption been suckin the life right out...