STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky

A twiggy nest, a serene brown bird ~ singing! *** Small bird, with your sweetness you are the bodhisattva of my morning. Songstress, you awa...

Credit: Tom Murphy (source)  The buffalo know to face a storm head-on, to not turn away and risk the snow covering them, but facing first, c...

Ten years and more later, walking without you, there is a familiar loneliness, that has always been mine, ten years of being alone at the ed...

  This poem will not bring the climate back into balance, elect sane leaders, stop incomprehensible and immoral wars, or grant us peace. It ...

  Conventional husbands of the sixties quaked when their wives discovered Ms magazine and The Feminine Mystique. We looked in the mirror and...

  First, I transitioned from active motherhood to grandmotherhood, all those years of shepherding growing children along the forest trails, ...

For years I wandered aimlessly up and down, past all the pretty cottages in the town where happy people lived. Oh, how I dreamed, when I was...