by Carly Mountain | 13 Apr, 2017 | mother, Nature, Poetry, women, Yoga
The thrash of the tiger Is held so quietly within the stillness of her striped form. Soft muscularity, Terrifying black, gold beauty. Would my hand dare caress Her silken curves, Her pulsating chest, The vicious magnificence of her passion, Deadly and divine With no...
by Carly Mountain | 12 Mar, 2016 | children, feminism, mother, Poetry, women
I do not have enough yes’s in my being for this poem. All power to you amazing women!
by Carly Mountain | 6 Mar, 2016 | children, feminism, mother, women
In celebration of all Mothers today on Mothers Day. I 100% include those women who have birthed children AND those whose mother energy was destined to birth other creative endeavours in this lifetime. We are living in a time of mass movement of so many refugees, so...
by Carly Mountain | 14 Mar, 2014 | equality, feminism, mother, Nature, women, Yoga
For 20 years no less, I have polluted my system with hair dye. I’m done. I am taking my masks off. I do not want to pollute my system or our water with those chemicals anymore. I am done with the violence of the beauty industry, to the earth, to animals and to...
by Carly Mountain | 2 Nov, 2013 | feminine, Nature, Poetry, women
“I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of summer, My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips” – Violette Leduc
