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2010 April 08 « Sisterhood, the Blog

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Sisterhood, the Blog. Sacred Space for 21st Century Women. Sisterhood, the Blog’s Digital Diva Shero for National Poety Month: Dehejia Maat. Happy National Poety Month! This month Sisterhood, the Blog is celebrating the poetry of Dehejia Maat. An amazing digital diva shero who uses the Internet to share her poetry, art, yoga, and creative endeavors. Deep Rooted Soul Sista Poems. Available on Amazon.com). She also released Melanin Wine. In Washington, DC. See details below. You can follow Dehejia on Twitte.

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Poets - The Poetry of Yoga

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Join our Mailing List. The Poetry of Yoga. You are here: Home. Below is a list of our published Poets. Chris (Sage Solace) Carmichael. Fidessa Docters van Leeuwen. Nina (Rama Devi) Marshall. Pilar (Jai Satya Kaur) Kimbrell. Sean Labrador y Manzano. Susan J. Littlefield. Ainne Frances dela Cruz. Joanne G. Yoshida. Stephanie M. Shorter. Meeting Yourself Where I Am. An Historic Anthology with 300 Yogi Poets. Volume 2 Book Cover. On An Historic Anthology with 300 Yogi Poets. Yet, I Came. A Thief Sits Waiting.

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writing from the seat of bliss: z. soledad

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Writing from the seat of bliss. Poetry. thoughts. prose. dreams. I have been opening to the blessings of solitude. Since, in some ways, i have no choice. I thought again of names. She that god has blessed with increase. Yet who is often alone. Some part of my soul has named herself. And it is good. What you are seeing here. And inspired by unorthodox scriptures. The mind of a. Empowered by the whispers of her ancestors and emboldened by the forces of nature. Reason informed by intuition. Love, z.s.

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writing from the seat of bliss: 10.2012

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Writing from the seat of bliss. Poetry. thoughts. prose. dreams. What am i doing? So i took another look at "the project" last night, and read a little more Fruitflesh. All that brought me to this: what am i trying to write, really? Am i capable of writing a novel right now? Should i stick to short stories? I think any ambitious works of fiction would take some real workshopping to come to fruition. Maybe i'd be better off kicking out a screenplay? Do i need to mix all of the above into some new stew?

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writing from the seat of bliss: 03.2012

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Writing from the seat of bliss. Poetry. thoughts. prose. dreams. And all of you.}. Had i known you). I'd have held you close,. Let your tears water my heart,. As i whispered your worth to you. In a busy restaurant. Something about her gaze.}. Very few of us. Say everything we know. To [mis]take our silence. You cannot profess to protect. What you do not understand. For women who are 'difficult' to love. Still in love with this. If it's possible to have a theme-poem, i think this might be mine. Not even a...

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writing from the seat of bliss: come, dambala...

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Writing from the seat of bliss. Poetry. thoughts. prose. dreams. Workin the ancestral antenna. Somethin he can feel. In the heart and soul. He act like he ain't got. Til he gets where he's goin. You slavers will know. What it's like to be a slave. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). What you are seeing here. And inspired by unorthodox scriptures. The mind of a. Empowered by the whispers of her ancestors and emboldened by the forces of nature. Reason informed by intuition. Love, z.s. Find what you seek.

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writing from the seat of bliss: 01.2013

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Writing from the seat of bliss. Poetry. thoughts. prose. dreams. Love, z.s. There never would have been enough strength. what you needed me to do, be, threatened to break my back. Walked fast, far and long. I found a place for myself. A small, simple, pretty place i love. I had no choice but to make it home. My heart is a kind of desert, one that remembers itself as rainforest: lush and fertile, plush with brilliant flowers and technicolor birds. It is still deciding what to be. Skittish as a lizard?