by Kate Brunner Once, She and I stood together, on a slate bank, humming with bee-laden heather. Once, She turned Her sharp skull towards me and smiled wistfully through bleached sockets. Once, I smiled back, my own sharp eyes filled with glistening dew drops of confidence. Once, I was ready, I was sure. Buzzing, dizzy…
by Jenne Micale How do we carry our burdens? You cast your eyes down at the horseblock marking the sparkle of gravel and then up, defiant, a mare tousling her mane as she runs free. You accept, take it upon your back as broad as a pony, the breath labored until you find the balance…
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 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.
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…