by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Jul 22, 2016 | Uncategorized |
Thank you to Nailed Magazine for publishing my flash fiction story, Freeze, about the cold places in our lives and the ways we still find warmth in unusual places. “You fear the nothing in your belly so you walk where it is cold. Icy wet, weighted clouds run... 
by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | May 24, 2016 | Uncategorized |
I’m writing to you today, dear reader, to tell you why I’m writing. To heal the world. To rewrite the story that I inherited. To save my own life, To record that first iris, and the lilac that just opened to give us that morning rain smell. To tell you the story of... 
by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Mar 22, 2016 | Revolution of the Spirit, Revolutionary Poems, Uncategorized |
When I was little and couldn’t sleep at night, there was a giant bear who arrived at the foot of my bed and sing lullabies of dark blue and fresh green. He gave me songs of faery wings and jewels growing in caverns deep inside the earth. I coaxed the bear into my twin... 
by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Feb 9, 2016 | Revolution of the Spirit, Revolutionary Poems, Uncategorized |
for those times when you slap against a stone wall inside yourself and crawl between the sheets to weep: the wise woman tells you to sing your pain to the ocean and burn wood in the sand anoint yourself with cedar oil and your grandmother’s name wait and change... 
by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Dec 31, 2015 | Uncategorized |
I don’t know about you, but at the end of this year, I don’t feel resolve. nope, no resolution. 2015 was a tough cookie, a jaded hipster, a bull in the ceramics aisle. 2015 sneaked through the door with a party gift, tossed a coat on the bed and proceeded to tap dance... 
by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Oct 2, 2015 | Revolution of the Spirit, Revolutionary Poems, social justice, Uncategorized |
{Author’s note: I wrote this a year ago before all the 2015 shootings. Unfortunately not much has changed.} WARNING: This blog contains opinions about recent school shootings…perhaps we disagree or we find solidarity. We call this freedom of the press. Maybe...
