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 | Mar 31, 2014 | Uncategorized |
For a week or more in the summer of 2001, fires burn through northern New Mexico, decimating forests in the Pecos Wilderness and Los Alamos and creating thick gray smoke that threatens the people in Santa Fe. People have to evacuate their homes due to fire damage or...
