"Deeply personal yet hauntingly universal Parsons collections express soulful uncensored musings. Contained within are poetic narratives and transcendent chronicles devoted to social justice issues as viewed through the lens of a multi-cultural woman."
Mitra Kamali, Artist, Activist
Excerpts From Selected Poems
I Am Migration
Life
Travel as water
Alive when flowing
Rancid if stagnant
Indigenous birthright
Yo Soy Migrante
Vida
Viajando como el agua
Viva cuando fluye
Rancio si se estanca
Indigena de Nacimiento
The Stones of Yarnice
Actually, this story is for all the sensitive children who travel the journey to freedom alone; taking nothing but a pack and leaving nothing behind but the fact that no-one cares enough to make things right. Their eyes project light through lashes like long grass sheds a sigh to the sky and sees everything. The blur of delusion means nothing to these wise prophetic travelers. ...a transcendent tribe of mystical misfits perceive their youthful prison of fear will ultimately crumble like a stale scone falls first to pieces, then to imperceptible crumbs strewn about like integrity in the marketplace. Once the breakfast of champions reveals toxic, its remnants settle into dust even pigeons will not touch.
Freedom
Creates vestibules of harmony
Rests on pages of purpose
Fly’s through caverns of consciousness
Answers only to truth
The Promise
Who goes there? Who watches with patient sigh the lingering struggle that once was I? An image, a thought, formed of clay cast in lye falling from space in the blink of an eye received by an island of mystics who die.
Excerpts From Selected Poems
Seasick Sarcsm
Riveted by wonder that flakes off the vine
drops into patterns deep in my mind
reminds me of stormy humor combined with
lust for the nature of all that's sublime.
What is my mainstay
for what am I built;
after my mastery departed the slip
sailing blind water at a fervor clip
charging to nowhere ill equipped?
To The Prisoner
To the Prisoner within the rock of wrong.
Did your pilfering ways take you out of the song?
If you murdered a life or created strife your
misery has been enacted.
But the source of your scorn is a legend
worn
whose source has been redacted.
Another
Small woman’s life undone
politician powers priestly prose
repeated history, since God only knows
train those boys, follow the leader
do what you’re told, or live in the cold
go to war, dominate the score
control your market, lies your tool
blind as bats, they learn it in school
honesty to them, the mark of a fool
Words I Remember
purified by rain
play in sustain
Ancient words whirl and unfurl
like sparkle and light off an Argos pearl
calling forth visions of a peaceful world
guide our path as life renews.
The words I remember best
slumber like seasons in a waking dream
waiting for time to open her lair
gift each child their sacred prayer
Waters of Life
Provoke
an inviting spark
conceived at risk or bliss
to float in the dark waters of life
in her sacred womb to await their dawn
Inspirae – inspire
Nos animare - we animate
Expirare - expiring
Nos discedimus - we depart
Sailing on a buoyant horizon
Singing - - hoping - - praying
for another mother