(Essay) My Journey Home to the Creatrix/Dea Madre by Mary Saracino

Bandelier National Monument, New Mexico: Photo by Mary Saracino I was born in 1954 into a working class Italian-American Catholic family, the fifth child and first daughter of parents whose Read More …

(Poem) Guerilla Knitters by Mary Saracino

They wield their pointed needles not as weapons of terror flung at airline pilots or fellow passengers, but as benevolent batons in the hands of a maestro, to orchestrate the Read More …

(Poem) Each Day I Thank Her by Mary Saracino

Kiva at Bandelier National Monument, New Mexico; photo by Mary Saracino Every morning, before I take a sipof my Earl Grey tea,I give thanks to my ancestors,and to all creatures Read More …

(Poem) My Beloved Sisters by Mary Saracino

Trinacria personal archives, photo by Mary Saracino We were birthedfrom the same woman’s body,emerging from the pain of our mother’s labor,screaming, proclaiming ourexistence to ourselvesand to her.Each a girl-child.Me, the Read More …

(Poem) Lake Superior by Mary Saracino

Photo by Mary Saracino The mother of all lakescalls my name.“Daughter,” she says, “be still. Feel the ebb and flowof my tides ripplingthrough your veins.Be calmand listen to my watery Read More …

(Nine Poets Speak) Who Will Speak for You? by Mary Saracino

[Editors’ Note: Learn about how the “Nine Poets Speak” series came to be in place here.] Photo of Lake Superior, Duluth, MN; author’s personal archives. If you do not say what Read More …

(Poem) How Do We End the Madness of War by Mary Saracino

Pace (Peace) sign, Rome, Italy 2004, photo by Mary Saracino How do we end the madness of war?Do we take up arms to disarm the armed nations?Or do we wrap Read More …

(Poem) Grief and Other Types of Love by Mary Saracino

Photo by Mary Saracino The troubled world wailslet’s loose a blood-curdling dirge.My ears ring with the sound of sorrow.My heart is heavy with grief.So much evil everywhere.My eyes weep as Read More …

(Poem) Wholly Holy by Mary Saracino

Photo by Mary Saracino The forest is my cathedral.The meadow is my church.The mountains are my temple.The oceans are my mosque.The fields are my ashram.The sacred dwells in all that Read More …

(Poem) Walking in the Early Morning Darkness by Mary Saracino

Photo by Mary Saracino I love to walk in the early morning darknessbefore the first light of day kisses the horizonwhen the birds are still asleepand the trees sway in Read More …

(Nine Sister Networks E-Interivew) Peggy Elam and Pearlsong Press by Mary Saracino

[Editor’s Note: Return to Mago E-Magazine (RTME) introduces Sister Organizations under the banner of the Nine Sister Networks as a way of consolidating Matriversal Feminism previously known as Goddess Feminist Activist Spirituality. Read More …

(Poem) Each Day, I Howl by Mary Saracino

Photo by Mary Saracino My heart is heavy sorrow is rooted in my cells I weep, remembering what they did to my great, great, great grandmothers burned them at the Read More …

(Poem) Kinship by Mary Saracino

Nature scene New Mexico, photo by Mary Saracino Trees and bees birds and beasts rivers and seas butterflies and whales flowers and weeds thistles and grains clouds and sky moon Read More …