Self This is the world in my head- each phase, each experience becomes a part of this mosaic I call myself. The Myth of Reason You think me dead But my bones still carry the torch And my hair still dances with the wind You think me born of ash But my skin glows under the moon And my eyes open blue pearls of want Maria A. Arana is a writer, poet, editor, and teacher from the Los Angeles area. Her poetry has been published in various journals including Spectrum, The Gonzo Press, and The Kleksograph. She is the author of Winged Clipped , available here. You can find her on Twitter , or her website , or editing services . *For submission guidelines, click here
Women's Spiritual Poetry