by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Nov 14, 2014 | Revolution of the Spirit, Revolutionary Poems |
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... 
by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Aug 13, 2014 | Revolution of the Spirit |
In the July afternoons, I listen to the song of sandstone and juniper berries, while meadowlarks converse in wild, trilling loops. Who am I? The rattlesnake warning of my teeth with a rhythm rattle? The wasp stinging when provoked? What will I sing to this soft hot... by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Apr 23, 2014 | Revolution of the Spirit |
I learned to swim at age 9 from Nick Nicholas after over 20 lessons with other unsuccessful teachers. I refused to put my face in the water because I damn well knew that was how people drowned. Nick Nicholas in his bright red swim trunks was different. He told me I... 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...
