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Wonder Woman Remembers Grandma (a poem)

My Mississippi grandma and her friendshad superpowers.Not the comic strip kind,but the surreal, Southern, storied kind. What made them fantasticalwas how they stood outagainst the sobering backdropof modernity. My grandma taught herself to play the pianoand could play and sing dozens of hymnals by memoryas if the gospel was flowing right through her.Her hands had … Continue reading

The Modern, Manufactured Woman

A rant?  A poem?  You chose. The modern manufacturing of the detached, disempowered feminine We try to suppress her cycles with birth control pills. We don’t give her space or support to breastfeed. We expect her to be back at work two weeks after birth. We don’t give her space to feel, grieve, express her … Continue reading

Another To Do List

Another To Do List In this one, good life… …if you are able to protect some land. Protect it. Better yet, fall in love with it… Be sentimental about the trees and the plants and the creatures that call it home. Be vulnerable when walking on the land. Let it work on you in mysteriously, … Continue reading

Anatomy of Stillness

anatomy of stillness the moon is yawning and fog hugs the ground as dew gathers at the tips of Everything this Everything glows, silvery the pulse of insects sounds like blood flowing through veins and the earth is cool and moist beneath my feet the stillness reminds me of my center like the eye of … Continue reading

Finding our way home

“Breathing in, I see all my ancestors in me: my mineral ancestors, plant ancestors, mammal ancestors, and human ancestors. My ancestors are always present, alive in every cell of my body, and I play a part in their immortality.” ~ Thich Nhat Hanh, The Art of Living Finding our way home I am German. I … Continue reading

Bottomland Hardwoods

Bottomland Hardwoods the leaves crunched beneath our feet as we kept pace with the afternoon sun. a sharp call, like a tropical bird, echoed across the forest. we froze for reasons we didn’t know. “pileated woodpecker,” i said. and then, we continued on… small things caught my eye like the glossy red dogwood berries glimmering … Continue reading

Transformation: The Primordial Feminine Speaks

“When you consider something like death, after which (there being no news flash to the contrary) we may well go out like a candle flame, then it probably doesn’t matter if we try too hard, are awkward sometimes, care for one another too deeply, are excessively curious about nature, are too open to experience, enjoy … Continue reading


“When women reassert their relationship with the wildish nature, they are gifted with a permanent and internal watcher, a knower, a visionary, an oracle, an inspiratrice, an intuitive, a maker, a creator, an inventor, and a listener who guide, suggest, and urge vibrant life in the inner and outer world…” ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes REBIRTH … Continue reading

Mississippi Clear-cut, Take 1

Clear-cut in Mississippi, Take 1 I can’t help but be reminded that it still happens. If I leave home and go anywhere, I see this. And, they say it’s worse than ever now. These clearcuts if they could talk, would shape slack-jawed syllables…and circle like vultures over our heads. And who is HE that takes … Continue reading

More than ever…

More than ever… More than ever we need art. More than ever we need imagination. Not fantasy. No, not that. We need IMAGINATION. We need to take real pain, real suffering, and real injustice and transform it (with art)…into something meaningful and empowering. More than ever… We must call on our gifts… to dream, envision, … Continue reading