"i have always been the moon, an expert in orbiting. i never had enough of my own gravity. until you."
"Perhaps, / if every raised hand were / a tender call, / each roar from the sky / simply a passing spring storm, / each flash in the night / a firefly"
"The homestead that housed a hundred years of earth-workers / and caught crying babes, covered their heads / from cold country nights - it couldn't last forever."
"updown strangecharm topbottom
become carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen,
oxygen, phosphorus, sulfur."
Witchbody shows us that "magic is a way of talking, and a way of being with", exploring and celebrating the power of connection between all things.
"Today I dance with the bleached / skeleton of a great bear / She is held upright / by my own fear and darkness"
"The tree stands full of starlings, grooves around its base / where cats scratch and foul the earth, furious / the bark won’t hold them when they climb."
she is a girl made of fire, boy / you must watch out for the witch / she will burn you down
"We are rising in a wave
Drawn up by mother moon
And when it breaks, then you will know
Why they feared us in centuries before."
"Who walks in rain beneath the four great houses?
You deserve to be believed.
"I began it because I could not stop thinking about those who have gone before us, and how they connect to us, and connect us to each other. All those connections make a beautiful tapestry."
A collection of ten poems exploring themes of ritual, growth, (non)belonging, shadows and secrecy through poems with names like ‘Gibbous’, ‘Last Quarter’ and ‘Rising’.
"What started as a desire to write 'the brown girl's version of Valencia' turned into a desire to try and write about some of the hardest times in my life"
Poet Leah Horlick and I discuss the appearances of specific tarot cards in her book of poems, For Your Own Good.
Isn't this poem perfectly The Fool? When I read it, I imagined myself on her cliff, about to step into some unknown abyss. All that's needed is faith.
“Some people cannot handle a woman on the loose” It got cold this week, and as I’ve been cutting out the constant distraction of social media, I’ve been reading a lot more deeply instead. I wanted to share some of these with you. They’re not all tarot-related, they’re just… beautiful. You should spend some time with them. Sara …
Browsing around on Autostraddle this morning I came across this poem, left by a commenter. Clearly it’s a famous one, but I had never seen it before. It brought me to tears. Wild Geese You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the …
The weather is getting everybody down right now. Here, rain, rain, rain and freezing cold. Living deep in a valley means less sunlight, more darkness. Half of the south is underwater. Across the pond, the blogs I follow speak of weariness of the snow. I feel a collective yearning for spring. A poem, by artist …
I sit alone on the boat. It’s not yet midnight, but it will be soon. Rain lashes Swallow’s thin steel cabin, the fire glows bright, the kettle creaks. Cats stretch on the rug. I feel the weight of winter. A day spent alone. I ventured outside only twice, hesitantly, fearing myself ill-equipped for the storm. My …
Why loss in life?
Why will to live?
Why, this means
life is to forgive.
Daily draw – 9th May 2011 Hawk Roosting I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.Inaction, no falsifying dreamBetween my hooked head and hooked feet:Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.The convenience of the high trees!The air’s buo...