(Poem) The Hens on Christmas Morning by Mary Saracino
The hens greet me at the fence this Christmas morning hungry for feed, for scratch for good cheer, fresh water. The air is crisp and cool, the sky brilliant blue Read More …
The hens greet me at the fence this Christmas morning hungry for feed, for scratch for good cheer, fresh water. The air is crisp and cool, the sky brilliant blue Read More …
“The Great Goddess Myth is the first and last revelation to humankind. Where the Primordial Mother is, there is Home!” Part 1 Introduction When I first read the Budoji (Epic of Read More …
O Mother Sun who is with me wherever I am. May I always remember your presence surging through my nerve fibres breathing in my body. Present Read More …
‘Tis the season of deep silence Of dying leaves And waning light Of death, or what seems like death to unseeing eyes Of long nights and even longer longings Of Read More …
Thanks to your support and interest, the Return to Mago webzine has grown rapidly for the last twelve months and continues to send out the message that WE ARE ONE Read More …
Μια γυναικεία μορφή κρατάει τρυφερά στην αγκαλιά της ένα βρέφος, προσφέροντάς του το στήθος της. Μια εικόνα τόσο οικεία και τόσο μαγική συνάμα. Ανακαλεί τη δική μας βρεφική ηλικία, καθώς Read More …
A female figure tenderly holding a baby in her arms, offering her breast: an image so familiar and yet so magical at the same time! It recalls our own infancy Read More …
Susan Hawthorne is the author of fourteen books of poetry, fiction and non-fiction. Her poetry collection Cow (2011) was shortlisted for the Kenneth Slessor Poetry Prize in the 2012 NSW Premier’s Literary Read More …
Mictlancihuatl is the goddess of the realm of the dead whose name is Mictlan. She has the absolute power of all life, the ultimate reality. She is the great mother of the Read More …
For G.N. Show me Your face Show me a face So that I may carry You into my night A treasure making my dreams dear A guiding star on the Read More …
“The project is about how history is told, how many stories are left out and how many texts are simply lost: sometimes by time and neglect, at other times because Read More …
(Click here to listen to music) I was born and brought up in London in an Italo-Swedish Family. I trained as a vocal-composer in Florence with Gabriella Bartolomei. I’m now Read More …
Digging deep into her rich, musty moist darkness Searching for my roots, I encounter the memory of my ancient grandmothers, Their hands reaching to clasp mine in remembrance of what Read More …