How could you make moments of joy a sacred priority in 2015? What forms will such moments take? Doodle, draw, photograph, or write your way into these questions… –Sunni Brown of the TED Talk “Doodlers Unite!” One of my favorite […]
I’ve rolled up my sleeves and joined the Tracking Wonder Vision Quest 2015 for the month of December, stepping midstream into a beautiful group of questers and visionaries delving into hearts and intentions under the compassionate curatorial stewardship of Jeffrey Davis. […]
I’m joining the Tracking Wonder Vision Quest 2015 for the month of December and stepping midstream into a beautiful group of questers and visionaries delving into hearts and intentions under the compassionate curatorial stewardship of Jeffrey Davis. Loosely, structure revolves around […]
January 2015: Wheel of Archetypal Selves, From Fool to Visionary (The Major Arcana from 0 to V) In this on-line writing course offered through Story Circle Network in January, we will use the Major Arcana as a focal point in […]
We had some eerie moments when the wire of the mic became somehow attenuated (overheated?) during the recording of a second poem (Nefertiti on the Astral) and in playback we heard a long drawn out garbled voice, as if we […]
January 2015 Beginning Blogging: Two out of five of your friends have started a blog. Why? Should you be blogging too? This gentle, supportive course is designed to walk you through the steps you’ll need to take in order to […]
“No excuse to hide, or your daughter will,” is a line I cut (for its baldness) and then kept splicing back in to a Joan of Arc poem….As a poet I’m cursed with that childlike belief in the incantatory strength of […]
Another image that lived in my home for several years quietly speaking to my subconscious was a painting titled The Rescue of Ophelia (by Christine DeCamp). A massive leaf borders the body of the floating Ophelia as she cradles in […]
I’m surprised to find, in writing the poem, that girl, mother, and flower coexist in the imagination alongside an innocence I thought lost, beside a self I thought irreparably fractured. Thumbelina: Innocence Found (Feral Mom, Feral Writer) Today’s prompts are based on the poem […]
Maureen’s husband—just like mine would have done–drifted into the bedroom once or twice, apologizing profusely, looking for a raincoat, a hat, and yet the poem held on, more or less down on the page by the end of the two […]