Lana's Poems

Art by Saya Behnam

Stop back every so often

I'll add more as I feel the moment calls for them.

Some of my poems are decades old and some are newer… all express a sense of here and now as well as then and there.

Take your time. Breathe…and may they benefit.

Much love,

Lana

Autism Treasures

This we know; there are countless challenges that arise in living with children with autism. Sometimes it seems our lives revolve around...

The Positive "What If?"

The mind is habitual unless reigned in. Yet, the good news is that over time it will respond to the creation of new habits.

After Gravity…Before the Stars

Feeling an urge for the magnificent, she closes the door behind and pulls her eyes up to the night sky. Trembling and deep, a singular...

Regret

My mother tried to tell me with her downturned mouth trembling at the corners, “I wish I had been better to my own mother. You will see...

Sacred Mothering

I hover over, I cloak him in the sacred space as he sleeps. The troubled cough, occasional yet meaningful, bursting through the silence...

Standing on a Streak of Love

my life is with You live in me in you come be inside me now i sing for you inspire all songs no whispers in other rooms can touch me now...

Not Finished

I am moving farther and farther away from my relationship with myself like a boat in the distance growing smaller and smaller on the...

It knows

my heart grows to the size of this moment. it knows… it knows it is my lover. breath rolls in, softly out again. hand of this moment...

Gaps

There is a little separation in her back joints where Africa and Europe used to be connected but now they are less than friends let alone...

Me Talking to Me

No caring No attachment Come into Now You are fortunate to know this. Bless others to know. When the opportunity arrives to share this...

Thought blot, Feeling Fall

Thought blot of curious love for an infant sister. Feeling fall of sweet child love for every eye’s picture. Glimmer, then glide-- you’re...

The Phoenix

That which rises out of the ash of the old, that state of being that exists forever and always. A line drawn, a dot of color, and the...

The Boat

Breath is the sail lifting limbs upward outward, onward. Deep, deliberate breath rushes into spaces where life has been forgotten. And...

For the Convenience of Naming

Something has disappeared that was no good after all. In a late night happy-tired stretch she sees she’s just the same she that she’s...

404 Sun Valley Drive

Sitting in the tiny living room, a breeze through the open windows, very little furniture, clean hardwood floors uncovered from the...

Head Full of Amazement

“Knowing what is really important is the most important thing I know.” Says Herself, also known as Head. She travels along, constantly...