Tell me, what is it you plan to dowith your one wild and precious life? -Mary Oliver, “The Summer Day” What did I do, the famous poet asks? Well, I survived, first of all, because that’s first. Then, I… Read More ›
Poetry
Rainbow Goddess by Sara Wright
Winged Iris flew over earth and sea. Rainbows luminesced in her wake. Messenger from the clouds, she gathered up the rain,
A Mystical Journey: Psalm 93 by Janet Rudolph MaiKa’i
Sometimes I’m asked where I get my inspirations for verses to explore. In this case it was from the God Squad’s Rabbi Marc Gellman who discussed Psalm 93 in a recent column. In his analysis, he used Psalm 93 to… Read More ›
Summer Magic, by Molly M. Remer
We take a slice of honey cakeand a pottery cup of grape juiceand leave it by the rose bushas an offering,arrayed on a bed of petalsand topped with a single daisyand a ring of wild raspberries.We make some wishesin the… Read More ›
Loving Venus, a poem by Marie Cartier
Dedicated to Carol Christ, 1945-2021, who taught so many of us how to love the Goddess She is called “Nude Woman” and currently livesin her natural museum house in Vienna.Nude woman. She is art, but she is not in an… Read More ›
Biblical Poetry, 5th Installment
This is the 5th in a series of work I have been doing to translate passages of the bible into poetry that strips out the patriarchal overlays. You can read the previous posts. In this installment I am grouping together… Read More ›
Perilous Passages by Sara Wright
Old Woman cackled on the winga pterodactyl with clawscrimson black and whitea great windwas howlingand she was too.Passages she screeched.Her wrath undid me. The Way was Narrow. Cushions of mosscalmed wet cavern walls,steep stones threatened uncertain footsteps,echoing my descent.At the bottomof… Read More ›
Mother-Love: A Review of Rosemary Daniell’s THE MURDEROUS SKY: POEMS OF MADNESS AND MERCY by Joyce Zonana
She’s been called a “national treasure” by Bruce Feiler and lauded by Erica Jong as “one of the women by whom our age will be known in times to come” … And yet Rosemary Daniell is not as well-known as she deserves to be–perhaps because she is a fiercely feminist Southern woman.
Blue Is My Favorite Color by Marie Cartier
You can’t have the ocean without blue. I walk at night, that’s the time of year the grunion run, a silver school teaching us that it’s work to populate –the small shimmer of a female screwing herself into the sand…. Read More ›
Eruptions of Inanna: Justice, Gender, and Erotic Power by Judy Grahn BOOK REVIEW by Carolyn Lee Boyd
Any new book by Judy Grahn is cause for celebration. For decades, Grahn has been a lyrical and passionate poet, author, mythographer, and cultural theorist whose work features both goddess wisdom and contemporary culture centering on women and queer people…. Read More ›
How I Learned to Make Maps by Marie Cartier
1. I went into the unknown world with glasses that made everything so clear I could move through this world into the next. Before I got my glasses…I didn’t see the way I could step to the edge, put out… Read More ›
More Biblical Poetry by Janet Maika’i Rudolph
This is the 3rd in a series of Biblical poetry where I am “translating” verses of the Bible. You can read the first two here: Biblical Poetry and Biblical Poetry, Part 2. One of my primary purposes of doing this… Read More ›
Biblical Poetry, Part 2 by Janet MaiKa’i Rudolph
Last month, I wrote about a new project I have been playing with which is to re-write biblical verses as spiritual poetry rather than follow along with stricter translations (although truth be told, my translations have never been strict). My… Read More ›
How I Learned to Grow Wings by Marie Cartier
April 2021, Poem Visibility is this body opening against itself over and over… an existence moving through fibers was the one thing I had. When was the time…breathe in? Breathe out. My existence to myself was the most political act…. Read More ›
Wood Frog Mother by Sara Wright
Dead CedarWeek after weekheat, wind, sun,shrinks vernal pools. Ditches are dry.Denizensof wet forest,masked gold leaves,seek shallow depressions fed by Spring. One night theheat wave breaksI smell rain,hear hoarse croaks.I stand thereswallowing soundinhaling fragrant airLamenting absence –so many voices stolenby drought.
ctrl F: goddess, women, woman. Selected poems 2012-2021 by Elizabeth Cunningham
I began writing quarterly posts for FAR in July 2012. The poems below are selected from journals kept during these nine years. As indicated, I searched for the words goddess, women, woman. April is poetry month, but I also realize… Read More ›
Broken Mothers by Sara Wright
I awakened under cloudsfeeling respite from fierceheat in April that forced maple, birch, beech, and poplar to bud and burst. First we planted Balsam seedlings; He climbed birch to saw off dying trunks, some broken beyond recognition, wreckage from the… Read More ›
An Untitled Poem for Unanswerable Questions by Eva Espinoza
Thinking about the discourse between spiritualists and victims of harmThinking about accountability and prison abolitionThinking about how white supremacy tells us people are disposableThat they–that we, don’t matterThinking about “don’t speak ill of the dead”Thinking about “honor your ancestors”Thinking about… Read More ›
I Heard my Own Siren Song, and Followed It (a poem) by Marie Cartier
They didn’t know I was a mermaid. That I had a siren song. That I could lure, and I could kill. And that I would eventually because – I was a mermaid. When my father tried… Read More ›
High Desert Sojourn by Sara Wright
I longed to re-visit the desert – my first journey left me with a longing for wide open spaces, a blue sky dome, a bowl of stars at night, so to return 25 years later was to complete an unfinished… Read More ›
A Shared Bridge by Lou Hartmann and Diana
A fellow college classmate, Diana, and I wrote this poem together as we were inspired by the likes of Adrienne Rich and Sara Ahmed. We wanted to touch on the animosity between trans folk and cis women that often exists… Read More ›
How I Learned to Love Snakes (a poem) by Marie Cartier
Can I recall a time when my resilience surprised me? My mother always said, “If you feel bad, go out into the garden and eat worms.” Sigh. We didn’t have a garden. My resilience. My head hits the counter, as… Read More ›
This Story, I Am This Story by Marie Cartier
1. The papaya, the lemon, the squash. The everything going bad—not yet. I can pickle anything I can save—still. And I am never still. Still…at sixty-four here I am. Rise. This is age—still. 2. I have a passport to somewhere… Read More ›
Two Rabbits and the Moon By Sara Wright
The Cottontail watched me climb a steep hill to meet her at the Cross – road. She split the stone. Datura delusions emerge from this bloodline. I stumble down down down… Her feet beat a mourning drum I’m in free… Read More ›
Ancient Mother by Sara Wright
On the path through the pines I see clumps of moss scattered, an old tree trunk is raked as if with claws; clumps of downed bark food for the earth. My heart soars. Wild hope pours through me like… Read More ›
Poem: An Ode for Nurses during a Pandemic by Marie Cartier
— for Alex, a nurse I met who is also a poet, and all nurses I heard that you are a poet and a nurse. I imagine all the nurses who also are something else—a chef, a Mom,… Read More ›
A Ladder to the Stars by Sara Wright
A Ladder to the Stars Every evening at twilight she climbs a ladder to the stars… Venus is her guide … As the Evening star (who also rises at dawn) this Goddess of Love is her Muse. As a woman… Read More ›
Nourishing Wholeness in a Fractured World, by Molly Remer
List for today: Rescue tadpoles from the evaporating puddle in the driveway. Look for pink roses in the field. Look for wild strawberries along the road. Listen to the crows in the compost pile and try to identify them by… Read More ›
Brigit and the Cailleach by Christine Irving
Today, I bring you an old old story from Scotland. It explains how and why winter became spring. Cailleach is another name for the Hag – the archetypal Crone. She represents winter. Brigit is the forever Maiden and stands for… Read More ›
Gaia Delights: Sawbonna Resilience and the Pandemic by Margot Van Sluytman/Raven Speaks
In a recent interview about my current published paper and my life’s-work, Sawbonna, which is a model of both social and restorative justice, I was struck by how being locked down due to this global pandemic not only rips us… Read More ›
