Bøker av Claudia Dawson

We search for meaning in the skies, in the stones, and within the elements of our bodies. We gaze as far as light can travel and break ourselves down to the tiniest particle. Despite these efforts, we remain a mystery. It is somewhere between the stars and death that we create our meaning, our purpose, and our magic. Poetry serves as proof of Spirit. Poets create a string of words entangled like DNA helices to bring our soul matter to life.Contributors: Judith SerinSarah-Jane CrowsonAlexander EtheridgeCarellaMarie V. RecaldeNathan D. MetzRichard MagahizEmily RankinBobby ParrottMary Elizabeth BirnbaumFaylita HicksJane BergKristopher Bierna

If it weren't for the poets and artists we would have no maps for our sacred selves. Every poet is a cartographer and translator of the psyche.Reading a poem is like walking blindfolded within myself, feeling my way by touch - wall by wall - while I figure out the exact dimensions of my depth. Someday I will accept that I am an abyss.We make do with what we have - our native tongues, our limited grasp of life. I grab for fistfuls of more and more consciousness and all I come away with are a few new wisps of meaning.Poetry is a back door to our within. This issue is a composite of our human spirit - boundless and mystifying. I am grateful to all the contributors for sharing and showing themselves - a constellation of souls singing and gleaming.Contributors: Lily BeaumontJennifer FrederickCL BledsoeAna JovanovskaDouglas ColeAdele HallyJack KogutVincent VecchioHenry MottoJaye NasirRoy ChristopherDominikusSusan Bloch-WelliverLorrie NessShana RossLuna Monet SierraJason M. ThornberryTaylor RichardsonMaureen Fran