CHELLNAVARRO

words at war sentence as a scar leaves a mark on the page leaves a mark on memory a remark scars with the tongue the mouth a cave of re-v...

The Spire Falls A part of us is on fire— a macabre scene, a scourge against a decent man. The disappearance of God caused the devil to sn...

wake up she said it is time to reclaim the lost witch within witch as name for wise and kind witch for knowing power as energy the lighte...

sometimes you have nothing to give to say sometimes you are consumed to live in the void I have been empty and full simultaneously a full...

Things you didn’t know about me— That lilacs are my favorite flower that I would break the law to fill every jar and vase in my house tha...

--drawing No. 40, 1934, Pencil. Georgia O’Keeffe Poem from the Sea This is from the sea a secret well deep chasm briny & female folds int...

Poem about a Late Obsession --to Juan Hamilton to be relevant continue to be relevant find a new medium to work idle hands eyes died out ...

A moveable seat; a seat of justice, or of authority; a vehicle born by men, a sedan. --from Chair, Susan Howe. We don’t need the armour t...

[If I tell you I am full of magic believe me] Most days I fail, fail as in, just put words on a page. I wait for the surge, the eye to op...

Them lady poets must not marry, pal. Miss Dickinson--fancy in Amherst bedding her. Fancy a lark with Sappho, a tumble in the bushes with ...

It was inevitable. Driven by desire, it cannot be done that truth be told. That blood be left out of my long labors. This greedy age is n...

On my 10th hour driving to Taos I finally enter the best part of the trip-- driving into Cimarron Canyon at sunset. What they say about t...

Since 1936, our association of business executives [Anglo-Saxon men] has been exchanging business and good fellowship [ritualistic hazing...

“It is best as one grows older to strip oneself of possessions, to shed oneself downward like a tree, to be almost wholly earth before on...

find this poem at Nature in the Now a blog by Tiny Seed Literary Journal She believes she is herself, which isn’t complete madness, it’s ...