(Poem) Little Wolf By Sara Wright
Lupita, your points of light glow in grave darkness. Hecate’s Moon was red. The raven sliced the sky into shards. The river caught shivering stars. We remember our Read More …
Lupita, your points of light glow in grave darkness. Hecate’s Moon was red. The raven sliced the sky into shards. The river caught shivering stars. We remember our Read More …
Her name is Datura. Delicate fluted deep-throated trumpets open to humming honey bees and summer rains. She communicates through scent. In the fall I collect her sharp-needled pods. They Read More …
First it was the magpie Black and White shivering iridescent feathers flashing in every conceivable hue – warning about extremes. Next the raven took up residence in the shining Read More …
A rose with thorns is still a rose. A wild rose. I gave up my rose, She was not good enough, pure enough, loving enough… Never Enough. A rose with Read More …
Slipping through the forest padded paws embrace each leaf a silent plea for concealment from those who would harm. I breathe prayers He claws roots, mouths sweet earthen dirt digs Read More …
What is it about the moon that calls me to Love as she slides under a sea of dark clouds? Last night I gazed into a deep midnight sky. Read More …
https://www.magoism.net/2013/03/bell-essay-5-the-ancient-korean-bell-and-magoism-by-helen-hwang/ “Korean bells have served the mission of carrying the cultural memory of Old Magoism.” Helen you have surely demonstrated this truth with another astonishing essay with photographs that allow Read More …
https://www.magoism.net/2017/06/prose-white-ink-gifted-within-the-presence-of-women-by-nane-jordan/ “We are women healing wounds/lineages from mothers and traumatic experiences of mothering in our families and communities. This is a difficult topic to surface and admit in patriarchal society, Read More …
Last night I was sitting on the porch listening to the rain. The sweet scent of water wafted in through the open window as the song Tree of Life was Read More …
https://www.magoism.net/2013/01/bell-essay-2-ancient-korean-bells-and-magoism-by-helen-hye-sook-hwang/ Helen, this is an amazing essay so beautifully crafted and written and the pictures are stunning. “Behold! The bell is a metaphor of not only the body of a Read More …
The two climbed steep hills and rubble to reach the meadow. The flat-topped mountain peered down at the women gathering stones (from her body) as if they were diamonds. Amber, Read More …
The Turning of the Wheel Today heavy mist shrouds the apple trees and rises like puffs of smoke over the mountains. Every twig is still covered with lush green leaves Read More …
(1) As a child I adored my very distant mother and did everything I could to please her, including becoming a second mother to my baby brother at four years Read More …