I have filled so many journals in my lifetime they are amassing like building materials—adobe bricks, packed peat moss, ice blocks for igloos. I started writing in journals when I was a kid, & began by emulated The Diary of Anne Frank, addressing my journal as she did …
Poetry
a poem for the waning green
Over the weekend we crossed a threshold together. Some of us were relieved, and others maybe not so much. Either way, it was the Autumn Equinox. Our dear Earth floated level in space for a day, and now she tilts this hemisphere slowly away from the sun. We are in the Deep, Dark half …
a poem from way up high
A Poem for the Queen on the Summer Solstice: What do I see, up here with my bird’s eye? Acres of trying & failing & trying again. Long, constant rivers of ideas. I see paths worn deep, leading to temples with roofs shining and cemeteries for what used to be. Snowy …
Break on Through
I'm a Dark Half kinda gal. Bring on longer nights, cooler temps, scarves, and firewood piles. Give me that Dreamtime, that mystical lens, that rich subconscious realm. I love the Dark Half; September to March is when I'm feelin' GOOD. But first. Before I get to plunk down in front of …