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Poem: The Caves

Posted on February 23, 2020

Feb 23  /// Pisces New Moon Poem   There are no boundaries here.  The tide rises to permeate these caves and I welcome the drowning, like mountain honey on a starved tongue. Salted ocean is a cold and wet woman, awake to the billions of stars in her waters. She: an expanse, cosmic and unknowable, charged with the holding of things, people, memory. I breathe her in like a ship resigned to wreckage and revealed treasure. There are no boundaries with Her. When the cave is full I can see through time, like the cuckoo who eats by the sun but calls out in the night, everything is attainable. Below, I see the distant glow of Atlantis. High above, I see Her hellbent on…

Poem: a wild hymn

Posted on November 23, 2019

a wild hymn    Their footprints gather around the stone.    The ancient birthburial ground.  The place hidden among the lindens.     It’s as if I can see them here, women in the woodland; knelt in prayer, anointed, weaving, drumming through the centuries.    Maybe                I’ve been here before.  Maybe                this is from some other time,                              some other body.  Maybe                here I made my plea                              to the woman in the linden tree      …

For Isis

Posted on August 18, 2019

She carries her pain like flowers. There are few women whose grief can hold back the flood; fearsome to behold, all wait in bated breath for her to shed the first tear. None loved him more than she. She doesn’t cry at the funeral, nor in the night as she caresses her growing belly. The first tears are reserved for labor, for the first cry of their child. And they do. Even still, she does not grieve. The pain of Isis seeded into something new something of magic and wombcraft and cloud walking She placed him in the arms of her sister gathered the lillies and the scorpions and departed for war.

Summer is a bandage and I welcome her ruthless healing

Posted on June 14, 2019

  The last two seasons have had me swept up in their rainy days. When it snowed, so did I. When the sky poured water on to the Earth, I let mine flow too. None of us are strangers to sadness and I didn’t expect summer to taste as sweet as it does, didn’t expect the rising temperatures to make me shed some skin, but there’s always something sinister about sugar. 2018 was the best year of my life and so far 2019 is shaping up to be one of the worst. I’m mining my heart and mind for anything that sparkles enough to tell me why; what do those years, 2019, 2017, and 2014; what did they each share? What blades did they bring to…