There are no boundaries here. The tide rises to permeate these caves and I welcome the drowning, like mountain honey on a starved tongue. Salted ocean is a cold and wet woman, awake to the billions of stars in her waters. She: an expanse, cosmic and unknowable, charged with the holding of things, people, memory.…
a wild hymn Their footprints gather around the stone. The ancient birthburial ground. The place hidden among the lindens. It’s as if I can see them here, women in the woodland; knelt in prayer, anointed, weaving, drumming through the centuries. Maybe I’ve been here before. Maybe …
In the depths of the green, a light shines through. Soft, at first, but carrying a kind of terror too. A glimpse is all I can handle. It rattles me; bones and blood and hair and feet, I'm overtaken, vitalized like a storm upon trees and when the blaze and shine of Awen passes the…
She carries her pain like flowers. There are few women whose grief can hold back the flood; fearsome to behold, all wait in bated breath for her to shed the first tear. None loved him more than she. She doesn't cry at the funeral, nor in the night as she caresses her growing belly. The…
