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 | 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 | 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 | Oct 6, 2014 | Events/Workshops, Revolution of the Spirit |
No cure that fails to engage our spirit can make us well. —Viktor Frankl The modern world is challenging, immediate and frequently brutal. As the infamous curse prophesies, we are certainly living in interesting times. Ingenious solutions are required daily. ...
