By Jennifer Miller If you would be a fiber artist, you must learn the art of unmaking as well as making, undoing and doing, unweaving as well as weaving. You will pull out stitches, and sometimes entire rows, but remember there is power in this, too— Power in knowing you can go back to…
Ode to A September Moon By Brandi-Ann McAuliffe The Sky is dark, The Moon is full Goddess calls me To Her will. The Wheel turns as we Descend I watch the Moon of Purification Ascend. Chill in the air frosting Her Silver glow Still Her Magic She does bestow. Awen streams from Mother above Guiding…
By Charlotte Hussey It stands primly at the pond’s edge, fashioned from the salvaged boards of a damaged canoe. Its back rises up so high that any pair of sagging shoulders, any spine, if leaned against it, might straighten like those of some proud queen; stripped of all adornment, its seat waits empty, bluish with shadow….
One Woman’s Thoughts By Susan Morgaine #6 Freedom is an illusion We are tied by tradition, chained by charade, stymied by society We are held back, pushed down, shut up, demeaned, defiled and defrauded Do this; don’t do that Say this, don’t say that Behave like this, not like that We might give you this,…
Last night I dreamt of a lion By Ruth Humphreys Last night I dreamt of a lion. The moon was full, she met me by a childhood stream. I walked with her equals, calm, poised Inside screaming. This was a rite. A little faster, she caught up, her mouth open considering her prey. Her head…
One Woman’s Thoughts By Susan Morgaine #2 Don’t have emotions Don’t have feelings Don’t have pain — If you do, hide them away Hide yourself away Don’t expect sympathy Don’t expect understanding Don’t expect compassion For there is none to be had in the land of the sad Susan Morgaine is a Daughter of…