Pour Out the Healing Waters
. A poem for Brigid on Imbolc Eve, dedicated to all in need, calling upon the face of She Who Heals He is lonely. Shadows of bombs burst loud In the empty apartment. Sirens doppler by. Pour out the … Continued
Poetry
Cusp: Solstice 2012
Everything we need now germinates inside. Desire pricks like a thorn on grasping hands, Connecting pain with what we want: Creating just enough this time, to change The stories trapped in amber: Ancient insects, frozen sun. The darkness … Continued
Equinox Morning: Some Thoughts After Waking
. I honor the ancestors and those who are to come. I honor this moment and the spacious reach of soul. I am placed between the rising and the setting sun, The warm and the cool. I stand between the … Continued