A year ago, I wrote to you about "sword mothers". I'm sending it again as a preamble to the poem about Patti Smith, one of mine. I watch a lot of TV. It’s a quintessential Piscean escape tactic, but it’s also fodder for my imagination. I was watching a show one day, and a character …
Battlefield
Sword Mothers
I watch a lot of TV. It’s a quintessential Piscean escape tactic, but it’s also fodder for my imagination. I was watching a show one day, and a character mentioned this term “sword mother”. I sat up like a prairie dog and was like “say what”?! The term held such power, but also …
Livin’ all the way
If you want your thighs to burn, gripping the flanks of a speeding horse. If you want your hair tangled by the sheer frenzy of it all. If you want your voice hoarse from a day of anthems and battle cries. Or your shoulders to never want for comrades. Or your hands to blaze with …