17 Feb, 2022

Nine Deer

17 Feb, 2022

Nine Deer yarding up behind my house as if it were spring. Maybe they can smell something behind the bitter 40 knot winds that brook no romantic notions about such an idea as spring. “A long ways away,” I hear the winds howl, all sure  of their ferocity. Still, the...

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31 Jan, 2022

Forest Offerings

31 Jan, 2022

Having endured the darkest winter days, most humans possess an inner longing to celebrate Earth’s turning toward spring. Historically, Irish people have celebrated the quarter year at Imbolc on February first/second. It was, and still is, a celebration of the diminishing of winter’s powers, often associated with Cailleach, the...

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01 Jan, 2021

Dirty Dishes

01 Jan, 2021

Dirty Dishes Sometimes the gunky cheese board and oily salad bowl [can] remain in the sink alongside the soaking fry pan because a wild dream-filled sleep seems the better devotion.   Sometimes the empty quiche plate and crumb-filled cutting board [can] join the pile because a breakfast picnic of...

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10 Feb, 2019

Storm

10 Feb, 2019

Storm Dark clouds kiss the sky, lay themselves down like a vixen waiting to be ravaged. Winds aloft are warm like breath, but here where I stand, it’s frozen. Tiny, iced ball-bearings pelt the earth and leave striations of white against my window. Who gives a storm a name...

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