a poem inspired by the remaining days of Dreaming season. winter day It's 7 degrees.Rhododendron leaves hang brittle and black, rolled tightlike chandelier crystals,like fairy charms dangling from the trees along the river.Even the air feels brittle,crisping my lungs as I breath …
Poetry
sword mothers
A year ago, I wrote to you about "sword mothers". I'm sending it again as a preamble to the poem about Patti Smith, one of mine. I watch a lot of TV. It’s a quintessential Piscean escape tactic, but it’s also fodder for my imagination. I was watching a show one day, and a character …
getting here
Once upon a time I was a theater kid. Then I was a college student studying literature. Then I was a massage therapist, an aromatherapist, a ritualist, and, I guess, "witchy". And now I'm 49 with yet another version, fresher. I spent Queen season scanning my life from this …
sovereignty audit
During Queen season we contemplate the themes of her archetypal wisdom. One of her themes is sovereignty. Sovereignty means the authority to self-govern, a serious independence, a resistance to outside influence, a personal purity. Unpollutable. For example, a "sovereign …
when to see the Mystery
Today is the Summer Solstice, and also a full moon. In a nutshell, it means there's a lot of light; a whole lot to see and plenty of time to see it.Last year I wrote a poem to honor Summer Solstice. I thought I would uphold that tradition, so here's another …