Call me Angela
Call me the Dawn Rabbit.
The inside one,
soft and fast.
Dreaming takes down
The light curtain
Bathes us with visions of pregnant earth
Her life, her dreams
If we could listen in
Hear her whisper in the trees
See the color in their dreams
Those monolithic earth whale redwoods
Go see them in your heart
When you cannot feel their leaves
She meets us there
That rooted beauty
Folds our prayers
Into her soft bark
Her singing leaves
Her living roots
Us to strength
Footstep by footstep
Her graceful image
All of them
These waking walking earth dreams
© Angela Bigler 2013
Feathers which have fallen at my feet
Just another way to talk to myself in public...
A blog that will explore various topics designed to educate, entertain, engage, encourage, and empower both English-speaking and Spanish-speaking readers via writing and audio-video expression.The primary vehicle of self- expression will be Poetry and Essays but other forms of writing, including fiction, will make an appearance from time to time.
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Nurturing the Curious & Creative Mind
Literary News, Reviews, and Events in Central PA
Nail Your Novel - Writing, publishing and self-publishing advice from a bestselling ghostwriter and book doctor
thoughts on life, love & a bunch of other deep shit
Sexuality in Young Adult Film and Literature
Complex PTSD: The Art & Work of Healing
Quarterly Literature, Speculative and Otherwise
Night Thoughts of a Literary Agent
Science Fiction and Fantasy Author
My healing journey.
A wise man says what he has thought about; A fool thinks about what he has said.
Writing by Alan Annand