threads of the spiderwoman

It's 4:00 in the morning, which is always a spare, silent, beautiful and lonely hour to find oneself.  A dream woke me up.*   Long e...

"Gaia's Hand" (2012) I had a dream the other night (it was rather graphic) about getting together with an unknown man with ...

 I woke up at around 5:00 this morning because I heard my cell phone ringing loudly.  Not fully awake, I lumbered around looking for ...

   The birds have vanished into the sky, and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mount...

For a month now, I've kept a card on my altar that a mechanic gave me when I took my car in for an oil change recently.  Below the Ford...

Danica Connors is a lovely woman I met while cooking in the community kitchen at Brushwood Folklore Center the summer of 2008. Brushwood ...

or, "Me and my shadow hit the trail.........." "Everyone casts a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individuals cons...

who is arguing with the storm passing over oxen in a field not me just a butterfly whose eyes blind my shabby self "Old Pajamas&...