(Music) 'Ambrosia' by Sabrina Montanaro
Sabrina Montanaro (Click above to listen to the music.) I was born and brought up in London in an Italo-Swedish Family. I trained as a vocal-composer in Florence with Gabriella Read More …
Sabrina Montanaro (Click above to listen to the music.) I was born and brought up in London in an Italo-Swedish Family. I trained as a vocal-composer in Florence with Gabriella Read More …
Part II: The Lost Iconography of Gaeyang Halmi We visited the Suseong Shrine a second time on July 11, 2012. I looked inside the Shrine wherein a shaman ritual was Read More …
Maria Palacios performs her Vagina Manifesto in Sins Invalid 2009 at Brava Theater in San Francisco. (Meet Mago Contributor) Maria Palacios
(metaphysics: the branch of philosophy that deals with the first principles of things) In the fall of 1964, I was a freshman scholarship student at a small liberal arts college Read More …
Nu Gua creates the world as a serpent Goddess. The tree of life grows from her and seven suns. Two of her animal spirits are the crow for death in Read More …
A Journey to the Heart of Things The video is my 20 minute performance at the Matriarchal Studies Conference held at San Francisco’s Fishermans Wharf on May 10, 2012. I Read More …
One of the oldest deities of China is Xi Wangmu (Hsi Wang Mu). She lives in the Kunlun mountains in the far west, at the margin of heaven and earth. Read More …
The house where I live is at least two hundred years old, so naturally when I first moved in there were ghosts to contend with. Most ghosts are harmless, and Read More …
Lest I Be Accused of Mariolatry Years later I heard her Mocking derision Like an echo. As though the Saints And Holy Water Could heal, Would heal, What her prayers Read More …
Baba Yaga is flying in her magical cauldron and steering with her broom. She is accompanied by three white mother geese. She is a favorite in Russian fairy tales. Baba Read More …
The wall opens as the child peers through. What seems fixed becomes mutable through the child’s eyes. The child, ever young, reminds us that time will crumble all walls. If Read More …
Roots I don’t understand the languages of the ancestors, but I hear them speak to me in birdsong, communicating through the shapes of leaves, navigating the patterns of rough bark Read More …