So, we’re taking the leap, and making the jump. This is the end of our city dwelling. We’re going up the country …goin’ some place we’ve never been before. a new list of...
“Having been witness to what a mother goes through,” he said to his mother. He could not kill it. The old widow salvaged her broken web and hoisted her sacs of eggs. Soon, her time will b...
She was not ugly or absurd, in herself, only a little dried and hollowed, with straw hair tightly and tastelessly curled, and skin somewhat roughened, as if she had been for a long time facing a hars...
Today 9th June of the year 1939 dollop of syrup frizzing her hair like feathers in the middle of the fried egg smelling of her song of lilies poem and painting: mother and child on the beach – ...
Ah Margarida, If I gave you my life, What would you do with it? I’d take my earrings out of hook, Marry a blind man, And live on a tree-lined block. 1. George Hendrik Breitner. The Earring. 1893 2. p...
“…I’ve stabilized my life to an extent now over these past 10 years. I’m very at ease, and I like it. I never thought I would be such a family-oriented guy; I didn’t thi...
O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes! O drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain, Ye shall be loved again! No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart...
A woman in the shape of a monster a monster in the shape of a woman the skies are full of them image: Virgin and Child with the Milk Soup, Gerard David poem: planetarium, adrienne rich and something ...
Sleep, sleep. We are together always We are together always There never was a time when this was not so. poem: Leslie Marmon Silko, “Lullaby” image: here
how time passes and quickly they grow.
you are my bread and the hairline noise of my bones you are almost the sea. poem: the window diane di prima image found here
7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia. 8 writing tips from kurt vonnegut image: here
Springtime signals the return of the alligator lizard. The glow from our kitchen window at night has brought them intimately into our life as we’ve watched and studied them over the years catching th...
I am still here. Mothering, tending, reminding myself to savor this brief moment, this fragile window of need. She requires the most and is near me at all times. Meanwhile, the girls continue to adju...
She is in my arms most of the time. So we dance. We dance to Bach – Blute Nur, du Liebes Herz. …and then she smiles. “Bleed on, dear heart. Ah, a child that thou raised, That sucked...
“There is no other organ quite like the uterus. If men had such an organ they would brag about it. So should we.” ― Ina May Gaskin Image: Joseph Beuys, ‘Schwangere und Schwan (Pregnant Woman with Sw...
image: Garry Winogrand, New Mexico, 1957 quote: Adolphe Rette via old chum
American Journalist: If you were to give advice to a woman, what would it be? Edith Piaf: Love American Journalist: To a young girl? Edith Piaf: Love American Journalist: To a child? Edith Piaf: Love...
I see thee better in the dark, I do not need a light. The love of thee a prism be Excelling violet. poem: emily dickinson Part Five: The Single Hound, LXXIX
image: here
“When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his be...
My only advice for you is this. Go within yourself and probe the depths from which your life springs, and there at its source you’ll find the answer to the question of whether you must write. A...
from max wanger blog: jesse +whitney family
Be like a bear in the forest of yourself. Even sleeping you are powerful in your breath. Every hair has life and standing, as you do, swaying from one foot to the other all the forest stands with you...
found at fern and moss
5 cups organic rolled oats (or any oats of choice) 1/3 cup ground golden flax 1/2 cup maple syrup (or maybe agave?) 1/3 cup oil of choice 2 teaspoons ground cinnamon 3/4 teaspoon sea salt 1 tablespoo...
the girls have a new game they play outside - one lies down on the ground, face up, eyes closed, dead grass knotted in her hair. one sister comes to the rescue, placing the dead sister in the little ...
image – not sure of the origin – found at the lovely arielawonders poem: a ring of changes by denise levertov
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