Click To See Books Authored By Elizabeth Martina Bishop Shaman’s Lunchtime Cafe Goats Descending a Mountain The Green Knight of New Mexico Land of Milk and Honey The Woman Who Lived on Bird Street Walking Between Worlds Second Sight Upon Reaching A Foreign Shore Cosmic Excuse Camille’s Return Dreaming of Karmic Birds Maiden from Mullingar: Irish Tales Canary Portals Winds of Change Mandala Meditation Stonehenge Blues: Memoir of a Solitary Seer Bravado Caravan of Dreams That The Soul May Clap Its Hands Scaring Birds From a Bodhi Tree If Ever You Lived Before A Poet’s Portfolio Cobbled Streets Beneath Balconies of Air Bear Blessing Salmon Dance Until the Mountains Sing Leaving No Stone Unturned Codfish on a Tin Plate A Pearl of Great Price New Poems: Diaphanous and Flowing Horses Unafraid of Light She Who Brings the Rain Star Gazing La Naissance des Jeux Floreaux: Destiny of Dancing Brides Dance for the Coyote Woman Snowflake the Magic Cat Honoring the Elders As Long As We Both Shall Dance: Tarot and You Praise Song for a Dab Chick Shaman Dreaming Black Swan Mistaken Identity The Road To Tramore: 104 poems and 3 plays Beach Side Motel Pavlova Awakening The Mud Palace of Aberdeen Round House Dances And Then I Heard Them Singing Floating World The Sleeping Lady of Malta Your Grandmother Knew How To Read Cards Wind Rushing Malvinia The wedding will not take place Leaping into the Unknown Soulmate in a Kayak Feathers in the Wind Whoever Comes This Way: the Sedona Poems Seeds of Loving Kindness The Secret Lives of Poets Words Not Yet Spoken Tunnel Vision Selected Poems Volume Two: Through Waves of Light a Cloud Draws Down Kindred Breath The Wisdom of the Lake that Knows no Stirring When A Window Opens Selected Poems 1987-2015 French Windows The Goddess Lives at the Columbus Caffe The Wind that Shakes the Barley My Feet Talk to the Road Elizabeth Martina Bishop Author, Performance Poet, Choreographer, Visionary Artist Love, having no object and no face If she the one reclaiming dreaming In momentary time and place, With her cloak of many colors, still soldered on, Yet, I still honor my memory of her, the Beloved, Is she still the one belonging to the human race. Saidi lights a candle in honor of her relatives. Fear The door was already closed, Goddess left open. Who could reverse the river? Already flowing Into the beautiful mask of summer, Words misshapen and misspoken. Fear, how did this happen? Nothing so beautiful as this fear. This fear of love, this fear of time forever misspent and broken. False Reporting Of late, my heels bend and burn Before an unfeeling incline, Marked by pock-marked Desert landscape filled With deciduous apricot orchards. Each of the whorls of my fingertips Numbed, are now sent reeling backward. More.... How It Was At the Deliberate Coffee Shop of the Mind When she spoke, the heavens, the waters parted behind her Leaving nothing to chance. But what happens when corporate Takes over? I asked. Read More If You Know About Spirit Stones A spirit stone owns its own voice is fleshed with granite skin it knows it chirps and bleeds Spirit Stones I’m Hard-Pressed to Imagine A Seismograph in Pidgin English If the world originally without a blemish, How come a molten core suppressed Remains unopened? Clearly, the one veiled, widowed and alone, Cannot hold me up against a forceful wind. More
