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Marwolaeth Y Duw Aur: A Lament for the Lost Marshes

Great Sorrow As the body on the bier Goes down   The river flows Annwn grows More distant   Dry rushes Where marshy ground once stood In peace   The river flows Annwn grows More distant   Red flags Waving eagle standards high In war […]

Remembrance in a time of warmth

I am the cold fear Never met That feeds the grass In fields   I am the blinding Shadow land My blood the life In rivers   I am the dead place Flat and hard You need me to survive The Summers   I am […]

A Triskelion of Healing

This season has been full of illness for me, and for many I know. I have spent long days in bed because that is the only option I had at the time. Some of those days were full of fevers and fever dreams. Though I […]

Agranona’s Music

I am standing in the cool air of the evening with my feet on the stone of the entryway. The night is full with the smell of winter and I can hear only my breath and the breath of my sisters around me. We have […]

Walking the long night

Two shadows in the grass fade out slowly Their legs lost as they go   There are holes in the sky full of sadness Stars and tears in the dark   The smell of dead things is sweet tonight The Good Green Earth gives back […]

Walking with Ourania

This season has been more difficult than most for a variety of reasons and I long for the refuge of healing dreams.  It is several hours after sunset and the end of a long day at work. The air is crisp and cold and a […]

Where did you go?

All through the long, dry time of bright light I have been waiting to feel the rain falling on me as I walk out into the mists that draw me to them. Grey blankets of fresh-smelling water mingled with cool air wrap themselves around me […]

Smoke and Ancestors

There are ashes on my keyboard. They sifted in through the windows when I opened them to let out the smoke from a too-hot cooking pan a couple days ago. They came in when I opened the door to let my beloved in after a […]

Olives and Ophiolites

I am Maikos Oikinios. Tonight I am standing at the top of my house watching the light dim across the valley. My family came here from the land where the Great Temple raises its stones up above the groves of green figs to the east. […]

The Roots and The Stag

In the Earth there lies the roots of a giant plant. Maybe it is an aspen forest waiting to break the surface and sing the song of leaves in the wind. Maybe it is the first shoot in a mighty grove of redwoods so strong […]