"The voice of a medicine girl all grown up..." --Jazmin Aminian JordAn

Contemporary folk poems.

How do we create the story of self?
How do ancestors and pain shape our story?
How do we self heal toward a life of sacred awareness?

There is always a hydrangea
front right flower bed next to the gate
consumed by Morning Glory
a woman comes to the garage sale and says
That sure is an unusual color for a hydrangea
then her and gran talk about the weather
you like to think
that your hydrangea
is rare