As I rose for the first time in an eternity and Ambled out my door and felt the warmth hit my near translucent skin and begin to heat it The smothering heat engulfed me and I struggled to breathe, short of breath from lack of activity I worked my way trudging toward the side of…
Fear on the edge of creativity Love on the edge of danger A plaiting of ideas, fears, loves It is the same here Tell me what is your story? What is it you need to express? What is it you want to share with the world? I see you humans, you can not disguise it…
By Charlotte Hussey I ride on the back of a salmon, listening to the swish of the overhanging branches. They rush by rustling overhead, to the slap of his tail against water. He slides, rippling between boulders and plunges us upriver. Choppy waves lap the limestone banks, their echoes filled with the susurrations of…
By Charlotte Hussey At dawn I drop armfuls of leafy plants, buds on slender stalks, frail, scented blossoms, hundreds upon hundreds— into a vat of river water. I stir from edge to center, chaos to order, watch sunlight reflect off the pin-wheeling liquids, ridged with tiny waves, like crimped, opening petals. Slowly the…
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….
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…
By Susan Morgaine I lay upon my bed Beneath the window, shade raised Bathed in the moonlight I am blessed I hear her as She calls to me I slip silently from my bed and out the door I feel the grass, cold and damp beneath my feet as I walk toward my…
By Joanna van der Hoeven The awen symbol is based on an original design by the 18th-19th century Druid revivalist, Iolo Morganwg. It consists of three lines falling to the right, centre and left. Modern Druidry incorporates the original source point of three dots, which can either be seen as points of light or drops from…
By Susan Morgaine Slowly, I inhale. Consciously, I exhale. Willingly, I descend. I will fear, but will not cower. I do not wish to look, but I will not close my eyes. I may tremble, but I will not fall. I will be strong; I will confront; I will ascend, and I will emerge.
Normal Beauty By Heather Elizabeth Warren Seeing your faces across the table the sun shining in from behind we are safe. we are alive. we are smiling. my heart can breathe with normal conversations who knew petty arguments about special diets would be such a touching reprieve hearing your wishes are…