The Storm Moon’s Wild Daughter
The Storm Moon's cradle is empty; her wild daughter delivered into the grim, pale days to whirl in crystal smoke under polished bone sky. Heedless of secrets and scars, she weaves through ice-bound shadows, the Storm Moon's wild daughter, in and out of blanched...
Shame on You!
I've been thinking about shame. It lurks in many of my relationships. I observe it in people around me. I cannot remember a time when I was not deeply ashamed of myself. I've written about tribal shaming before, but I've never excavated the subject further until now....
Gardening For Grief
Working in a fitness/rehabilitation center in January makes our cultural and personal obsession with our bodies and looks inescapable. All day long I hear conversations about health, pain, weight loss, exercise and fitness goals and diet. There's something inescapably...
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the stone wakes up
joins the chorus
sings with the frogs
wild
all night long
under the whirling stars
–Carmine Leo