I thought they were hawks, the birds circling in the purple sky. Fierce fighters, patrolling the fields of prickly shrubs and tangled seagrass, before the land dropped into white sand beach. A good omen, surely, bringing the protection of the gods. I lay on a yoga mat in the middle of a wide yard bordered … Continue reading Chardi kala

May I not forgetWho I am, outside this dream.My true ancestry:Daughter of Persephone,Serpent goddess, chthonic queen.

You think you know what it is to love a selkie.       Or a mermaid,       an undine,       a creature born of the sea. You look at your wife,       your lover,       an unknown woman at the end of the bar and know she will never belong to you. What difference if she … Continue reading To Love a Selkie

I tried to draw a portrait Of my inner child, But she would not let me see her face. I dropped in to the memories and imagined gardens Where she lives, Each time with sketchbook in hand, And settled quietly in the shadows, As if I stalked a photo of a deer or bird, Easily … Continue reading Portrait of My Inner Child

Different ways of being, Ways of being, Being in this world. Hold on, hold on, hold on. Witness. (A prayer, a request, a message.) I am the source, I am the story. I am the spirit of the word, the spirit and the word. Forged in silver: I am the cup open to receiving the Divine, embracing it, containing it in a space … Continue reading Being in This World