by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Mar 20, 2015 | Revolution of the Spirit, Uncategorized |
I will survive this initiation too. My 92 year old grandmother’s body winces when she smiles. Momo can only give a ghost of her former laugh. She whispers to every nurse who comes in her room that I am her first born grandchild. I feed her small bites of a... 
by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Feb 13, 2015 | Revolutionary Poems, Uncategorized |
Our argument halted, losing heat erratic yips their clever song rising, falling over the deserted golf course. One, three, twenty voices Lift up and fly Howling at empty branches, cold air, pearl sky dying blackberry vines the pleasure of finding a voice at all in... 
by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Jan 29, 2015 | Intuitive Leadership, social justice, Uncategorized |
Let’s push it, let’s birth it. Let’s create and heal and risk the pain. I love the way you lead the way, the way you risk that disapproving sneer, the distasteful glare. I love the way you dive right into the fear of isolation and rejection,... 
by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Dec 23, 2014 | Revolutionary Poems, social justice |
Here. Now. I unfurl the rich velvet solace of the night sky, the canticle of the inky sea, that blackness which is all colors put together, outside the firelight when day is unwound. These words are said to be the opposites of dark in the English... 
by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Nov 25, 2014 | Revolution of the Spirit, Revolutionary Poems, social justice, Uncategorized |
For Michael Brown and Ferguson There is a dark ragesong rising in the streets. When they cut him open to see how he died, they recorded that his brown arms were uplifted towards heaven an open handed fearprayer more than one hundred feet away from the gunman, one more... 
