We’ve Crossed the Threshold
… And Now Is Our Time to Hold the Light.
Poems
Where the Spirit Meets the Bone
… Comfort Food for the Season of Cold & Long with little bites of Kindness & a garnish of shameless self-promotion.
And Here We Are …
… activists, writers, thinkers, doers, everyday people who know in our hearts that a better world is possible, determined to keep doing our part (whatever that may be) to make it happen. Let’s just give ourselves a minute to take a deep breath together as this historic day unfolds.
And Now the Time Between …
… Living in the Upside Down
What Cannot Be Said Will Be Wept (Sappho)
In times like these, we cry out for poetry.
… And Off We Go!
What a difference a month makes.
Halfway Through the Year
It’s Time for Lightmaking …
Walk This Way
It’s May with Its Matriarchal Energy.
April is National Poetry Month
and the days are flying by …
March!
almost Spring, almost warm, and suddenly … there is more light, and suddenly daffodils and robins and the smell of damp earth yearning for fresh seeds. Suddenly it’s March again. Women’s History Month … In like a lion, out like a lamb? We’ll see about that.
Late Winter Greetings
Where will we find enough shovels to dig small graves among the olive trees?
‘Round the Bend … Almost.
What happened to January & what comes next?