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HERO WOMYN

hunter@loctia.com — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 19:00:00 +0100

I too have smashed into ground bloody

Bit hard without mercy saving no face

Put in my place

With life's sharp twists and sliced edges

Peering from the ground at perfect cut hedges

I no longer pretend there won't be an end

And I do give a damn

But I'll go with a bam with no rhym just orange fire and funereal pyre.

RAGE AND BIRTH

hunter@loctia.com — Sun, 07 Jun 2009 19:00:00 +0100

will this rage toward death ease my fear?

will any goddess see my inward tear?

where does it go? How far the Fall?

i want more until nature's all.

new friend

hunter@loctia.com — Sat, 02 May 2009 19:00:00 +0100

she unexpectedly came

no deceit, lie or game

people hurt her; my life-the same

her arrival scared me, yet was relief

renewed, enriched my natural belief

Blood's End

hunter@loctia.com — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 19:00:00 +0100

Blood makes humyns fertile 'til next side

Let my red entity blaze, not yet slide

I'm not yet ready for ashes to be my guide

Let sun-moon reach my childrens' bloom

Let passion glide me to rising noon.

eye of cloud

hunter@loctia.com — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 19:00:00 +0100

cloud's eye saw me mourn

relative words for child's concern

sun shined through it reaching heart

showing surrounding humyn sounds

of nature's cycle generating beauty,

as withered rose causes no scorn

reality, wonder, children, others torn

rising falling still prevail

even cloud's burst, death, and travail.

your betrayal

hunter@loctia.com — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 19:00:00 +0100

your lips of betrayal sucked my blood like a greedy vampire

you didn't even heed my trickling scarlet tears.

you were dead into the land called unconsciousness,

yet when i forgave you, the seeping wounds did not heal

from my book Donner Womyn

dear day

hunter@loctia.com — Fri, 16 Jan 2009 19:00:00 +0100

dear day

cover us with miracle hay

feeding all with magic plight

no thought but light impending night

colours gold, green covering all

no need for child's death and wall

i know the ideal is far from truth

yet even different prayers forsooth

can reach the sky the earth going round

moon racing tides can feel the sound.

dear night

hunter@loctia.com — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 19:00:00 +0100

dear night

carry me to dreams of gracious flight

in redwoods, down sparkling river banks

there shall be no war or tanks

or inner war of leaden, blank success

but spiritual gold with every sweet caress

light and airy with no need attached

dear night

carry me to dreams of gracious flight

our sisters

hunter@loctia.com — Mon, 03 Nov 2008 19:00:00 +0100

our sisters have found peace i know

they're in the rainbow while the wind doth blow

they guard our spirits with every breath we take

and pray that in our lives beauty we will make

for my dear friend Dovinda and her wonderful family

frightful night

hunter@loctia.com — Mon, 13 Oct 2008 19:00:00 +0100

i was dying in my dream

going down against others with a scream

not going quietly into that good night

still wanting to gain morning sight

if i travel� even feared by another

i will not be carried asunder

i'll fight for new and learn for fright

i'll make peace my day

before the night i'll have my say

Anny's Romp

hunter@loctia.com — Sun, 12 Oct 2008 19:00:00 +0100

Anny felt so free when she began running toward the ocean. Hunter almost tripped over a rock trying to catch up with her. Mack was already there playing with Anny in the water. Anny liked Mack's soft touch. She saw a bird and began running. She loved her wet body and the motion of running. Then she saw another dog and began barking.

Welcome Night

hunter@loctia.com — Sat, 11 Oct 2008 19:00:00 +0100

welcome night

i'm in flight

welcome night

all is know yet unknown

i am born not in fear

i shed the last tear

the movement is all

the rainbow is round

i'm reaching the old city

welcome night

where there is no leftover pity

nature is all

i've answered the test

who knows the rest?

Anny's happiness

hunter@loctia.com — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 19:00:00 +0100

�

�� Anny was so happy to be with Hunter again.� She jumped�into her arms and kissed her on the face.��They saw Macklin, Hunter's grandson, down the street and Anny ran after him.� Hunter ran to them and watched Mack grab Anny's leash because cars were whizzing� by.�� "Mack,"� Hunter said, "that was great of you to keep Anny out of the street.� That's what I taught your older brother and sister."

�� "Let's take Anny to the beach," Mack said loudly.

Anny's Tales

hunter@loctia.com — Fri, 03 Oct 2008 19:00:00 +0100

Anny has to get her long soft hair cut. She is not happy being left. Maybe someone will attack her like her brother did. She will had to jump and fight. She loves the cool grass and eating slowly, tasting her food. Will she be able to eat? Why is Hunter leaving? Now she is in a new world. Every one looks at her and little people make funny squeels; she is not afraid of that. She has to take care of Hunter and th [...]

Day

hunter@loctia.com — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 19:00:00 +0100

Day canbe miraculous if i experience second by second and let fear wash away. Light is so inviting and surprising as each second flows by.

Soft Dog

hunter@loctia.com — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 19:00:00 +0100

Today I held my large soft poodle and loved the second. She kissed me as we do several times a day and I was reminded of the handsome older man who came to my door last week dressed in a diaper and thongs. Anny jumped up and kissed him until he remembered his name and we took him back to his assisted living house nearby. Anny and I have visited with him since because he has no family nearby. Anny jumped up and kissed him when she saw him and they [...]

savior

hunter@loctia.com — Sun, 14 Sep 2008 19:00:00 +0100

it wasn't all me who saved my life

nor was it any named savior known

pine tree gave me fragrant cone

one more hour in sight's red flower

sun's gold was everywhere

they sang a song and lit a fire

i joined others who rose from dusk,

bit blood in its center, its time

it wasn't all me who saved my life

became a knife, without destruction, will, or wife.

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Anny

hunter@loctia.com — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 19:00:00 +0100

My poodle Anny whose picture appears later in my blog kisses me on the mouth. She barked and told me her queensland, wolf, shephard, doberman-mut of a brother, ruined her favorite toy. She barked alot while it was happening, but I was too busy to notice. She sings, saunters, sways, swears yet sometimes I don't notice. Her deep brown eyes tell me everything about love. She kisses her dog brother now [...]

just home

hunter@loctia.com — Mon, 18 Aug 2008 19:00:00 +0100

coming late

to soft dogs

miracle grey night

yellow trees

beloved homies

this is

enough

fall

hunter@loctia.com — Fri, 15 Aug 2008 19:00:00 +0100

Fall

Almost every day at three o'clock she would feel depressed, sometime the depression would last for days. Sometimes just for hours. As an older adult, she began to discover the reason.

Rachel sat at a meditation twelve step gro [...]