America is lost and no longer knows herself, but truly did she ever?   Land of the white and home of the male. My skin is a traitor, my body a prisoner.   When we we have been dismantled and there is nothing left worth…

holding your heart in her rough hands your soul growing in her wild fields even with limbs, that longer sleep with in her she reads you, the energy of your skin against hers as you wander this life.

The brick laden road of the 12th Enclave Guides me to the pop-up stall. I haven’t been here in 5 years, Yet I know the way Like a conquistador through a jungle I turn the corner And approach the sitting man. I hand him my…

You couldn’t have known that law school was out of the question, when you were Girl of the Month your senior year and answered the question about your future plans. No one told you, because your parents didn’t know, how hard it is to pay…

“The land knows you, even when you are lost.” Rich and Raw Unblemished and pure  Wild and free Mother Nature The earth runs in my veins her soil feeds my hunger affinity divine kinship and familiarity,  You give unto me.  Nurture so sublime. A perfect…

I stand upon a barren ground. It’s time to start anew. I’ve never walked this path alone. I’m not sure what to do. The past is gone, and it’s unknown just what the future holds. With courage I must carry on. I must be strong…

“I am home!” I want to scream, Though I am voiceless. Silenced by the pounding of my heart Which deafens me. Wide-eyed, terrified My heart and my mind keep secrets Preventing my body from moving. ”I am home.” I whimper. To my mind’s ear. No…

The land knows you, even when you are lost. It will find you and bring you home. Sometimes faith feels so distant and it leaves the landscape dark. But the light inside of your spirit will illuminate bright with a steady spark. Keep your eyes…

BEEN THERE DONE THAT   Little babes with belly gas Politicians showin’ their ass. Employees working over time Children made to tow the line.   Old farts with nothin’ better to do When your neighbor wants to sue. Actors and their temperaments Landlords anxious for…

For this hour I want you to use the quote bellow by Robin Wall-Kimmerer from her book Braiding Sweetgrass as the jumping off point. “The land knows you, even when you are lost.” Prompt contributed by Ramona Elke