Sarah Leverett The Cailleach greets me at the heart of Tír na nÓg where Ancestor Oak’s roots span wide and run deep into the fertile earth. She offers me a vial, an elixir to lift the veil, a path through the liminal, a potion to wipe away the illusions of this world. I’m tempted to…
Samantha Weisberg The perpetual darkness envelops my soft tissue revitalizing me with lustful potency. I don’t fumble through the black. I ascend. Alone in the pitch, I release as my pulse drums down into the spiraling flame. Samantha Weisberg received her MFA in Writing from The School of the Art Institute of Chicago in 2007….
Mary Petiet The dreamscape panther runs, lunging agile, undeniable tearing at my eyes, my throat, my heart a young man moves to spear her, but I gesture him away I am merging with the panther as she rips apart my senses I am dying to the old as I am born into the new I…
Susan Morgaine I come before you To ask you how How I can heal Myself right now My head is down It should be held up I beseech you, my lady, To drink from your cup You have given me the sword Sovereignty is mine But the sword is so heavy The Tor I need…
Suzanne O’Gara Morgan Le Fay, Mistress of Magic, May the power and beauty of Avalon Fly to me on your raven wings. May my mind be as clear as the Chalice Well waters, May my words be as wise and sweet as your apple groves, And as clever and swift as Excalibur. May my energy…
Sharon Smith The Trees said, “Avalon will rise again.” A spark flashed in my soul. Small flecks of heat. A warmth spread out within me, The embers fanned by the morning breeze Rustling through the canopy overhead Until the fire roared. Excitement? Uncertainty? Whatever could it mean? “Avalon will rise again.” The very idea, A…
by Francesca Aniballi We are a web of words A knot of arms A chain of holding hands Around Planet Earth. Women of the World We are seers in the dark Healers, creatives and wise ones Vision holders Carrying the fruits of our truths In our arms Rippling like the Ninth Wave Between the ocean…
by Rev. Rachael Wright I walk in sands Far from the land of my birth Far from the shores of the Holy Isle The fog rolls in and enrobes me “Welcome back,” it whispers For the Water Remembers These misty droplets, once part of the oceans, the rains that nourished the first trees and mosses….
By Jan Muse I am darkness, I am light. I am grounded, I take flight. I am the hottest summer day, And the coldest winter night. I am the deepest of Oceans, The highest of stars. I’m a little bit Venus, And a little bit Mars. I’ve been a leader, I’ve been led. I’ve been…
By Reshmi Haque Winter nights so long and cold. The wind howls outside, so bold. The sky is dark, the stars are bright. Whereas the moon casts a silver light. The snow is falling, softly, slowly. A blanket for the earth below. The world is quiet, hushed and still. A peacefulness that can’t be filled….