threads of the spiderwoman

  Here is a story I wrote a long time ago, at a time of great change.  I was in one of those liminal zones that can be so very transformativ...

  SOJOURNS IN THE PARALLEL WORLD by Denise Levertov We live our lives of human passions, cruelties, dreams, concepts, crimes and the exercis...

                                                  "T here is time and Time is young." i have been thinking of this poem, as the Su...

Photo by Theresa Barney I know, you never intended to be in this world. But you're in it all the same. So why not get started immediatel...

                                                My audio poem Persephone's Feast Day   was presented at Kathy Keler's Carport Theat...

  There are seamless  moments  that reveal a pulse rolling down 47th street, or the freeway a pulse, not apart perhaps from a white capped w...

  Eclipse, slow, breathless, silent  even the sparrows  are silent, the cat pauses, round eyed like a statue of Bast,  listening,  The Sun t...

 On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you. And when your eyes freeze behind t...

  A poem I wrote a long time ago for someone, and never shared with anyone. He died very recently.  Remembering him, I think it is time to s...

O Taste and See by Denise Levertov The world is not with us enough O taste and see the subway Bible poster said, meaning The Lord, meaning i...