In August the sounds of locusts are primroses or psychopomp, which do you dare~ In August I dream of the bay, cotton candy mute of clouds into shelf-wells of water walls gather and collecting the dream of themselves above or ahead, the just out of reach sky. If that is thunder, it cracks open the…
Category: Earth Songs
35 thoughts about being a white woman in america. 3 facts. 2 end notes.
i have no valid opinion based on the experience of being black to speak about. as a white american, i am used to having my opinion heard, and used to taking for granted how my experience informs my opinions. experience and opinions are distinctly different. so are opinions and facts. i must learn the difference….
Prayer, to Mokosh Who is Also Death Wolf At Mutating Door
It never ceases to amaze me, I am awakened the night before last to the whir of my own stressors but watched from afar, not all the way connected, knowing I wasn’t awakened by my whir knowing there was a slam-fit hit to my solar plexus space, and like that I meandered through the day….
On such brand new ground
On our walk Saturday me and Laverne are two hours through the spires, through the greens the pinks and yellows, the sweetest braids of brand new all the way to the clear clear water of the bay. Joint where we first met ten years back sunrise fire orange mornings over the Assawoman hella early and…
New Moon before Lunar Beltane. Imagination as Calling.
It is new moon, it is respite, yearning. It is the earth, her shadow upon the face of the moon. Her shadow calling breathless, calling in, calling home. Sing song call, to rest. Rest, nurture and reset yourself in the stillness of her peace. Quarantine Clarity. Shows me myself. In all things the constant, how…
The blessings blessings bring.
I committed to my own therapist that I’d be writing, I don’t feel like writing in my journal, processing and tracking seem obsolete right now, but this, this sitting quiet, breathing deep in my corner. Smudging with herbs I grew and blessed and harvested myself. Candle dance touching that spot in my heart that muscles…
Since the time of the desk
The last time I went on vacation I drove 45 minutes up the coast highway and landed in a cheap boarding house I’d booked the night before on a 3rd party finder. Room cheap like the plastic blinds had runners missing in halves and a busted fridge that smelt like hot breath cheap, and a…
tiny as i am
Ahh right that’s what they wanted me to do circle on, I am thinking of or feeling out this- level generational patterning and deep in thought so that some parts of me are gigantic geometrics vibrating in the ether cortex, making mockery of satellites and shame. On her way out the door I am blowing…
This song is for you~
This is like being on the road I think to myself, the round empty in my body that needs for nothing, is willing to just show up to what is next. I take this as grace considering there is so much going on to show up to, so much to busy myself and especially my free…
in this Place all mine
I guess the one thing is I been needing this, a place to just Nurture poetry again the way this is Her House, this body, this ~ G ra ce~ to let the letters make consonants make vowels into verbs acting out playing with dancing about making sounds. The W o r d s~ this, which…
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