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weaver

weaver

by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Jun 15, 2015 | Revolution of the Spirit, Revolutionary Poems | 10 comments

  yesterday, I saw spiders everywhere in the forest small busy spinners knitting the world together with a shimmering net sometimes, I trust that cosmic net even when my DNA is screaming to string myself too tight, overstretch and tremble. be cruel to survive. we...
wild grief

wild grief

by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Apr 15, 2015 | Revolution of the Spirit, Revolutionary Poems | 8 comments

in spring, the gray light is webbed and wet. I walk the tightrope of my healerteacherwriter life. some days, I coax words into the whitespace and listen some nights, from the mists, thirteen wild ones pour into the living room with maenad claws and fearless soft skins...
bold dark hymn

bold dark hymn

by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Dec 23, 2014 | Revolutionary Poems, social justice | 0 comments

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...
The Chains

The Chains

by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Nov 25, 2014 | Revolution of the Spirit, Revolutionary Poems, social justice, Uncategorized | 0 comments

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...
To The Bone

To The Bone

by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Nov 14, 2014 | Revolution of the Spirit, Revolutionary Poems | 0 comments

Our vegetables are finished, their remains haunt forgotten gardens. The leaves plummet to splendid deaths in raucous evening gowns of gold, copper, scarlet, tangerine.   Be kind to yourself, You can’t do it all and there is so much to do. Everything that has...
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