(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 …
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 …
Artwork by Sara Wright When I gazeinto these reflectionsI know whoI ambentwillow lowhoo hooa weaverof relationshipbridging worldsI’m toldwedto sacred land.Grandmotherwears green pearlsbruises purple black or red Grandfathersings to Black Bears Read More …
[Editors’ Note: Learn about how the “Nine Poets Speak” series came to be in place here.] Photo (c) by Noris Binet Joy?What is joy? A thought is askingOf course, there is Read More …
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 …
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 …
[Editors’ Note: Learn about how the “Nine Poets Speak” series came to be in place here.] Photo credit: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d5/Short_beaked_Echidna.jpg indomitable indomitable Echidna lives in the deepest caves of Earth her home Read More …
It is autumn in south-eastern Australia. The Seasonal Calendar of the Eastern Kulin people names this Waring Wombat Season. Misty mornings. Cool, rainy days. Long nights. Perfect weather for the Read More …
This essay is an edited excerpt from Chapter 4 of the author’s book PaGaian Cosmology: Re-inventing Earth-based Goddess Religion. The Moon was a sliver of light when She first appeared Read More …
These essays don’t have to be read in order, but previous ones are here, here, here, and here. Thus far, I’ve confined my series on wimin’s land mainly to the hardships. It is Read More …
‘People who menstruate.’ I’m sure there used to be a word for those people. Someone help me out. Wumben? Wimpund? Woomud? JK Rowling this week in a social media post Read More …
Image: Wikimedia Commons Every morning at “first light” Lily B sounds a call to wake up the rest of his family – his human mother – and her current dogs, Read More …
Once the new white pine forest that stretches out before me was part of a larger field that belonged to an old farm. The woods cascade down a steep hill Read More …
The woods are my churchbecause everyone in them lives by the law.If you take more than you need there,your surplus will be stolen by brown bears,for dessert. I take to Read More …