by MelinaMeza | Feb 20, 2021 | Poetry
We have a beautiful motherHer hills are buffaloesHer buffaloes hillsWe have a beautiful motherHer oceans are wombsHer wombs oceansWe have a beautiful motherHer teeth the white stones at the edge of the water the summer grasses her plentiful hair We have a beautiful...
by MelinaMeza | Feb 20, 2021 | Poetry
LEAVES OF GRASSI exist as I am, that is enough,If not other in the world be aware I sit content,And if each and all be aware I sit content.One world is aware, and by far the larges to me, and that is myself,And whether I come to my own today or in ten thousandOr ten...
by MelinaMeza | Feb 20, 2021 | Poetry
SOMETIMESSometimes if you move carefully through the forestBreathing like the onesin the old stories who could cross a shimmering bed of dry leaves without a sound,you come to a place whose only task is to trouble you with tinybut frightening requestsconceived out of...
by MelinaMeza | Aug 1, 2020 | BLOG
WENDELL BERRY A TIMBERED CHOIR (excerpt) I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. My tasks lie in their places where I left them asleep like cattle. Then what is afraid of me comes and lives a while in my sight....
by MelinaMeza | Jan 30, 2021 | Poetry
BEING WATCHFUL As soon as I felt a necessity to learn about the non-human world,I wished to learn about it in a hurry.And then I began to learn perhapsthe most important lesson that nature had to reach me:that I could not learn about her in a hurry.The most important...
