by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Jun 15, 2015 | Revolution of the Spirit, Revolutionary Poems |
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... 
by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Apr 15, 2015 | Revolution of the Spirit, Revolutionary Poems |
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... 
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,...
