I just posted a poem that I found in a brochure when I was in college. The poem is called Puttin’ A Full Moon To Shame, and I found it printed on middle page of the UC Santa Cruz Women’s … Continue reading The Full Moon Put To Shame
It isn’t privilege or pity That I seek It isn’t reverence or safety Quick happiness or purity, but The power to be what I am / a woman Charting my own futures / a woman Holding my beads in my hand… a woman trying to translate pulsations into images I am a woman in the prime of life… With nerves of a panther. …feeling the fullness of her powers. Power is a great aphrodisiac, and I’m a very powerful person And I, a smiling woman… My strength flows ever on I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal … Continue reading Puttin’ A Full Moon To Shame