LaSara Firefox -- LaSara@mindspring.com
Website:http://www.angelfire.com/grrl/one_sexy_mama

LaSara W. FireFox is a renaissance woman who likes to keep herself busy with growth and the encouraging of growth. She designs and performs ritual theatre, creates and facilitates workshops, and writes in just about every existing genre. She has been writing poetry since she was very young, and her first publication credit was a poem called The Moon which ran in a small, independent zine called Magical Elvin Love Letters when she was 13.

Educator, radical, neo-feminist, workshop presenter, mom, wife, lover, magickian, exhibitionist, and writer of all forms, her life revolves around her family, her creativity, her sense of adventure, and her wild mood swings. She lives in the wilds of Northern California with her two smart and beautiful young daughters and her handsome, bright, talented and devoted husband.

Ms. FireFox's poetry has since been published in Green Egg, Sojourner, New Settler Interviews, and Communities Magazines, and on the web. Her writing credits include a narrative essay in the anthology Breeder: Real Life Stories from the New Generation of Mothers, and articles and columns in Penthouse, Hip Mama, and Gauntlet magazines. Her work is widely published and extensively quoted on the web.

LaSara has been designing and facilitating workshops for over 15 years. Her training in this field began in 1986 on the Great Peace March for Global Nuclear Disarmament. Ms. FireFox has presented workshops on a wide variety of topics. LaSara is a warm, interactive and entertaining teacher who has a way with words, and delights in guiding groups and individuals through potentially treacherous territory with a sense of humor and humanity.

Dreaming of New Orleans

Stark as a cityscape
against a black sky
my neckline glows
slick salty
warm wet night wind
whistles the lonesome love song
of branch against metal siding
there are ghosts out tonight
keening memories
riding the slick wind
shouting roses
singing blackness
casting bones
Here a twig
there a feather
debauched by last night’s revels
there’s blood in the streets
and still
the night goes on
the wind doesn’t care
who’s demons called it up
no reason to this rhythm dawning
electric blue over
iron balconies and gardenias

~LaSara Firefox

In Sorrow, No Regrets

Vortices of light
We are all golden
Shinning strands of thread
Stretched thin in the Here and Now
Tied taut between
The Spinner
And
The Cutter
What has been
And
What will be
Pulling me
In two directions
A foot in each world
Straddling this moment

And the door is open
And I am unprotected
Feeling fragile
Too many secrets shared

Dogs are panting
Foxes barking
Barnyard animals
Making a ruckus
It makes you think of the Hound of Hades.

And tears are on the brink of falling
Letting go is easier
Than holding on, I think
But sometimes it hurts
So much
There is no easy path
Only the path that we choose, have chosen

And all the things that
Could have been
Lie;
seed, aborted fetuses
Strewn upon the fallow fields
Where ghost plants
Raise their heavy, fertile heads
In a world that never existed.

~LaSara Firefox

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California Poets In the Schools Teacher
Ukiah High School
Runs Informal Open-Mic Gatherings (on-going)


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