January 2015 – Silver Poetry

White

wind is breathing shadows reflecting opposition to outside pushing my eyes are still and rest upon this vision my heart signals birds pulsing forward I am puppeteering trees and laughter is a swelling dance exhalation turns the page and here we begin, with feather white and ink see more art? >> http://www.artofkundalini.com

SPECTRUM 2015!

I don’t know how many of you are into personal development, emotional exploration etc but for those that are I am REALLY happy to announce that I am among 25 (amazzzing) teachers to be strutting our stuff at Spectrum 2015! it is 6 months online creative and wellness extravaganza. I have heard very inspirational whisperingsContinue reading “SPECTRUM 2015!”

Child

It’s the way the ocean slides from your eyes Slides over lips still full Rounded and soft for kissing (me) And your arms hang happily never tiring you climbed a mountain child, there you sit an apex A world of beauty born from rust (Infused) with turmeric and sun and these vessels sporting creatures likeContinue reading “Child”

Final Part – Death of A Poet ~ Mary Anne Baartz

A robot now, she tidies the house. The walls egg her on. Once everything is in order she is ready to obey the urgent commands of the whispering walls. She opens the oven door. Plumps up a soft cloth and lays down her head, turning the gas full on. As she closes her eyes sheContinue reading “Final Part – Death of A Poet ~ Mary Anne Baartz”

Part 2. Death of A Poet ~ Mary Anne Baartz

Her words remain in the shadows. That is the plan but she’s forgotten or has never consciously known, so determined to get it right. It’s a fight to the death. She papers her walls with rejection slips. Pouncing on the occasional publication, her fury slobbers over those words already on the page drenching them inContinue reading “Part 2. Death of A Poet ~ Mary Anne Baartz”