(Poem) Signifyin’ Woman by Louisa Calio
Rumor has it she was born a gypsy on the streets of Palermo, Sicily Then again, some say it was on the bay of Naples While others claim she was Read More …
Rumor has it she was born a gypsy on the streets of Palermo, Sicily Then again, some say it was on the bay of Naples While others claim she was Read More …
Goddess Isis Joey Morris Soft steps through imprinted sand,A Journey repeats,Stepping into the timeless River,To wash my lashed body,Cleansing water and fallen tears meet,I have been broken andI have been Read More …
Breaking Through Boundaries / Reversing the Repression of Women With this retablo, I offer up a healing, a renewal of the Sacred Feminine in her many guises as Mother Earth, Read More …
[Author’s Note: I have been co-editing the Mago Books anthology She Summons: Why Goddess Feminism, Activism, and Spirituality? with Helen Hye-Sook Hwang for a Solstice publication date. This anthology speaks Read More …
One day last week it almost drizzled. When I stepped outside that morning I was engulfed by fragrant mist. Rarely does light fog give the thirst- driven forest a temporary Read More …
Each year between June 20-23 the dark part of the day reaches its peak in the Southern Hemisphere: it is the Winter Solstice Moment. Poetry of the Season may be Read More …
From the coolest corner of the darkest space at the longest river of an unseen place She lies in wait a force a feminine force Pearl, in the eyes of Read More …
[Author’s Note: This except is part of my dissertation “Race and ethnicity in the works of Kym Ragusa, Mary Bucci Bush and Louisa Calio” forthcoming in winter 2021.] Part Two: Read More …
We clear our hearts of the worry the news the fear. We untie the stories that bind us to pain and suffering and we offer to the world what we Read More …
(This poem is an introduction to my forthcoming essay.) Click here for instant spiritual growth! Crystals for healing and sage for cleansing, On sale now, store closing soon. Is this Read More …
[Author’s Note: It was delivered for the lecture at Ubiquity University on August 18th, 2020.] There is a line in a poem by Walter de la Mare that goes: “Oh Read More …
The Light at dawn and dusk breathes gold leaf into blue. Deep emerald, maple wined trees unfurl, impervious to drought. Thrumming sap sings, pulsing red twigs have a heartbeat. All Read More …
During the Witch Hunts, some of the accused were traditional healers continuing family traditions going back generations. I have often thought about these women, wondering why they continued to care Read More …