by Sherry Peterson The Mountain opened her knees…bared craggy thighs…birthed boulders full of sweet words not to be spoken except by wind rain…hail…snow…thunder…crack of lightning Mouth…a precipice exposed hurling clear cold water spilling spilling spilling...
by Susan Haifleigh Our true selves can only be seen in darkness a circle emerging as light against its opposite energy that pushes and pulls no safe haven. Each pilgrim follows a compass spinning from dawn to dusk looking up we fall down like the fool who steps...
by Indrani Fausch Mother came round today She opened every window that was closed in my world bringing in Light and Air Making me purge the excess I believed was “me.” She cleansed the Space I kicked I cried I screamed I wept I held tight to the known living in...
by Kate Ballew Raising our energy Inhaling sparks of Goddess breath Blowing through our powerful pursed lips Glowing embers of ancestors and those to come Sparklers spewing, rising, stoked and guarded by women Each a fire keeper Sparks passing betwixt and...
by Janet Ruth Grandma’s sun porch stretched across the back of the house on the second floor. One step down from the hallway, window-walls on three sides, an iron bed against the fourth. A great place for summer slumber—waking in golden light. My favorite place...
