Absolutists Poems

Don't. Can't. Won't. Listen. Listen.
My mind is awhirl. Too much of that stuff.
Life is redundant. My friends are boring.
My parents are fussy. Absolutists.
No room for me. I try to get in my truth.
Screaming it out in looks
For I am not...Read More

I cannot be her friend because she has pink yarn in her hair.
Who says?
My mother.
Can you at least be her friend at school?
No.

Let me guess.
You have an Absolute Book at your house….

Yes, and we sing the absolute song at our...Read More

In our wildly indigenous
western town
we have a notorious Ancient GoodWitch.
Like GrandMother Moon,
she seems to emerge with a new, yet old,
community healing process
about once a FullMoon month.

I heard she would like to co-facilitate
a Future HealthWealth Community research project
using a STAR green-economy...Read More