Myth Woman, Story Woman

Voiceless, gently rocking in the cradle of the breath, her grief absorbed by the nights loam, drawn into the earth, drawn down: She swallows whole: pebbles, seeds, bones, the branches, and roots. Embraced peaceably at the hearth in the bowels of the earth. The...

Three Poems on Open Space (alchemical transformations)

I. Forming slowly. within it forms. Upon an empty spindle  empty if itself, of its various wanderings into unknown territories, burning in the field far behind. II.  To inhale, to exhale, breathe  swallowing forms,   assimilating, absorbing turning all things into...

Her Dancing

With my inner ear I hear the pulse, beat, kernel, yoke, the miniscule point of her dancing.   A Great Red Flower dances wild and free From the deep of the sea, on plains and valleys, in the labyrinth of earth surrounding the heavens, she dances. Petals within...

Revivification

Wisdom embedded in the secret of the woods, in the silent brooding. The deep and the black: rhythm of the bark forming and shaping of knots and hollows. They are long and filled or low and open. To a hum and a song a laaaaaa and a daaaaaa the green temple, blossoms...

NOTES ON COOKING

What goes in is different from what comes out. The keys are in the living vessel.