(Prose Poem) The Shattering of Earth Woman Sara Wright
Photo by Sara Wright Where are the owls that sing through the night until dawn? Their Silence is deafening. When I walk to the river I feel absence keenly, a Read More …
Photo by Sara Wright Where are the owls that sing through the night until dawn? Their Silence is deafening. When I walk to the river I feel absence keenly, a Read More …
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 …
[Editors’ Note: Learn about how the “Nine Poets Speak” series came to be in place here.] Photo of a holy card of Santa Roslby Maria Famà Santa Rosalia five hundred years Read More …
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 …
[Editors’ Note: Learn about how the “Nine Poets Speak” series came to be in place here.] I am Isis, the mistress of every land.I am eldest daughter of Time.I am wife Read More …
Painting by Justine Formetelli https://www.pinterest.com/pin/bonjour-persephone-painting-by-justine-formentelli–572449802626218242/ Fire like splintered thought, like lightning and thunder,and afterwards their work complete, and all that was matter and form imprisoned, lost. But not you, mother,of Read More …
[Editors’ Note: Learn about how the “Nine Poets Speak” series came to be in place here.] Artwork by Noris Binet I was fed by her milky breastDuring my deep sleepAnd I Read More …
Photo by Sara Wright I standat the windowpeeringthrough hazegray on grayor is it whitea tangle ofbare branchesobscure powderedhemlocks lining a frozenbrookwindingher wayunderICEto the seawhere marble eyed Seal standswatchon a stonecentering Read More …
[Editors’ Note: Learn about how the “Nine Poets Speak” series came to be in place here.] Photo by enrico bet on Unsplash I remember you giving me glimpsesof a past that Read More …
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 …
[Editors’ Note: Learn about how the “Nine Poets Speak” series came to be in place here.] Photo (c) by Noris Binet I felt asleep last night in my mother’s arms I 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 …
[Editors’ Note: Learn about how the “Nine Poets Speak” series came to be in place here.] Mystics in the Family, Bordighera Press, 2013 As a child I was afraid the Blessed Read More …