1.when i was old enough to counti would count the raftersand beams in churchsitting on wooden benchesswinging legs too short to touch the floorlistening to the prayers and hymnsthe droning sermons of father so and soor father so and soand in amongst the twenty-six twenty-seventwenty-eight stand up kneel ameni realised this god, this churchcould not…
if it was longing that brought us here, life longing for life – for river tree bird love flower ache – reach hand stretch across the dark empty with nothing but our own light to show the way. if it was longing that brought us here, then let us be this here this bird…
don’t speak to me about sweet annihilation, about a love, a god that obliterates when we have lived this perfect obliteration our bodies counting moons and seasons – barely able to contain the exuberance of bird song in spring and the quiet perfect longing of winters’ dark night. for generations we have thrown our bones…
with blood of goat and milk on fleece the year turned its frost hoared eyes to life while salt prayers were spoken to listening gods. and the she-wolf raised her resting head unfolded those myth born limbs, gifted her scent, rank to the wind, as she walked the festooned streets – blessing the young and…
if it was silence that called these words into being, which word could restore that silence. could talk of wings lift our fallen sky any more than talk of tomorrow could plant trees. when words sit heavy as stones on our tongues it is our deeds in the world that lay bare our hearts. …
daughters of the moon, daughters of the hills, daughters of our grandmother’s grandmother’s grandmothers, it is too long we have dwelled in the house of men fearing our power would scare them, letting our power scare us. daughters of the earth, love would never ask you to be less than you are, and if that…
he said in ethiopia every plant contains the power of god, the treasure of god, the blessing of god. he said when the wind moves the branches of a tree that someone planted that the tree is praying for them, praying for the long life of the one who planted. he said in ethiopia, for…
i wanted to sleep outside under that rain threatened sky, get soaked to the bone by the beauty of the night, wake to the morning like a leaf wakes open to the light.
it took eons to get here step after step since the beginning of time and did we ever choose where we were heading or even know when time began because we can trace where we’ve been but not what we were thinking and it is not like we are here walking in the dark –…
1. and then the earth shall tremble 2. “the researchers stressed a growing need for crops that are planted, weeded and harvested with decreased human involvement, which in turn can reduce labour costs and improve yield.” 3. it is true that what we sow is what we reap and sow we do – but…