Peace
This evening, as it was moving into dusk, I saw Mama Mama and Grandma Grandma browsing behind our home. I went to the refrigerator and found the wrinkled apple, past its prime that I had noticed yesterday.
Love's Cauldron
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Swimming Meditation
I don’t know who I was when I was younger.
In the Stratosphere
Grief for Our World
Each of Us a Witch
Like a book opening a bud flowering a wave breaking into a net of drops catching the sun I see us moving forward into ourselves. A multitude of gifts. A multitude of witches. I know sensitive ones and ones who exude power. I know the ones who tend the earth the ones who know herbs and berries or can help birth a goat. I know the ones who heal with their hands and the ones who see beyond the veil.…
Fortune
“You are lucky,” someone once said to me. Remember the ten thousand years dark and knotted I unfolded through. The snarls that grabbed me. The shattered bones gleaming and the crushed heart seeping crimson into dry dust.
Intuition
Worry circled in my head. Round and round it wore a path, a track, a rut.
Choice
Poem Excerpt from Love's Cauldron. Two stories side by sideOne golden and brightthe other dim.
First Husband
Standing on the stoop, watching my husband walk to his car, a heaviness comes over me like the black rubber of old tires.
Love’s Cauldron Wins Two Firebird Book Awards
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Blessing
Recently, I asked for a blessing. Bless me, I said, and my work too. The blessing came back to me written down neatly.