Writing Poetry in D.C.

Excerpt:
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Zahar

we, the sun-chasers, bound to light,

and zionist curfew the same,

fight to chant the sun to rise over mountain

our love sun’s defiant reign

sand slips through her fingers making a way to forgiveness

her exhale pushes slowly slipping passed the Hassidim’s sway

her prayer weaving what remains

a somber brew of hope…less…ness

despair tints the canvas of brutality emerging

resisting the moon

I fall into her

like thick mist between winter barked trees,

when there were trees,

she

pushing the lit-horizon’s cascading shade

my breasts skim her back

tongue to neck

she turns…

as the zahar brings hued-brilliance

defiant in wilting air

 

Poetry Friends

Micaela Kaibni Raen and poet Dee Norwood discussing poetry in motion as the "other" mom

 
I am seemingly lost in poetry today with my friend, the poet, Dee Norwood.  We have a lot in common being lesbian parents, budding poets and community change agents working to make the world a better place each and every day.  I admire her tenacity, persistence and ability to laugh no matter what is going on around her.  Many poets have strong spirits but she is also a heroine in love .... for she is one of the most loving mothers I have ever seen and ever so patient with her children  The expansive ability to love and to laugh comes across in her poetics exhibiting a great talent that, over and over again, brings to us the important messages of our day.

Dee Norwood poem:

Upon the Occasion of our Falling in Love

We stand at the
Edge of a
Compatible cliff
Not knowing if
Our thick cord
Of commonalities
Will unravel into
Weak strands of coincidences
-a farce-
(the product of our fast forward into
everything we ever wanted)

And on a cue
That was never
Discussed we
Step softly off
And know we
Are falling into
Perfection