Linoleum Lessons

a peom by Zura Mat, a traveler and humanitarian.

Submitted by Zura Matt

The remains from pants pockets..
Stripped from our bodies
In a drunken pursuit
Of pleasure.
All that’s left..
A memory
And confusion.
To taste who you are
Is a battle that I’m fighting
Whether you’d like to admit it.
We can build castles,
We can build chaos.
We can mesh into a beautiful work of art..
But is that what we want?
All I know is that these bruises bring me smiles,
And the silence brings me comfort.
The simplicity speaks chapters.

Hollis Taylor

I have been through many fires and in them I have rose from the ashes, gracefully. I feel a lot like a phoenix. I am a character performer appearing as a Hobbit. I am a humanitarian. I am a passionate yogini. I have a background in scouting for all paths. I am the Publisher for DiversiTree and an author for Green Egg Webzine. I want to review YOUR festival, event, creative passion, performance, or whatever else makes your spirit shine. I am genderqueer feminist with a passion for love, peace, and happiness. I am gender activist. I am radically out of the box about a lot of topics. I am a male impersonator. I am queer, polyamorous, and sex positive. I have a deep burning passion to protect and possibly save the earth, our home planet. Because of my burning passion for the earth I am a committed vegetarian, organic gardner, and farming community supporter. I am an environmentalist and my heros are people like Jane Goodall & John Muir http://about.me/hollistaylor

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