Exploring the F-word in religion at the intersection of scholarship, activism, and community.
Divine Arianrhod, Beloved Goddess.
Your truth is an inspiration to all living beings.
As you weave the light and the dark so do you scatter.
Joy is in our hearts while you live among the heavens
Celestial Arianrhod, Your crown shines among the stars.
You are the Goddess of the silver wheel upon which all magic is bound together.
Fortunate are we that you are a child of the land and the sky
and mother of the sea and the sun.
I have seen a sad thing.
Faces twisted in strange (un)righteous anger outside a clinic
Or sitting around the dinner table laughing
Like the world was not just shaken gravely beneath the feet of half of them
(No, all of them)
(No, all of us)
Or shouts of celebration when a wail of grief is due.
We played the pipe for you and you did not dance.
We sang a dirge, and you did not mourn.[1]
(What is wrong with them?
What has gone so wrong with us?)
Continue reading “Post-Roe Dirge by Liz Cooledge Jenkins”Fecundity: the ability to produce an abundance of new growth, but also the ability to produce new ideas
And now in the hour of our discontent, we are asked to worry about
fecundity. I suppose we can call it that—have we made enough babies yet?
As a people. A people ruled by patriarchy. No small thing. “A social system in which males dominate and hold primary power.”
Oh my god—am I sick of it? Anyone with a brain is sick of it…I want to think.
But they have brains, right? The afore mentioned patriarchs? Who are
creating this new social system?
A meme goes out on social media—I’m not pro-murder I’m pro-Ellen, thirteen years old and pregnant by her father
I’m pro-Margaret, with five kids and I cannot to afford to feed another
I’m pro-Eliza, pregnant with a baby known to have serious birth defects
I’m pro– you get the idea.
Continue reading “A Poem for Our Abortion Rights by Marie Cartier”Ephemeral Emergence
Arbutus trumpets
seduce bumblebees
three lobed
trillium wings
streak rose
shining stars
pearling forest floors
wild oats bow
bluebead swords
unfurl
wild lily
leaves clasp
palms in prayer
stained glass
hemlock sky
filters light
fragrant needles
fracture white
sun glare….
‘spring beauties’
rise…
Continue reading “Wildflower Wonder by Sara Wright”
What is taken from a woman?
When someone breaks her open and fills her with nothing of herself,
and then leaves?
She has to find all the pieces of herself.
That’s why they call it—recovery.
You have to recover.
It doesn’t always happen. You’re not put back together
exactly the same. The pieces were broken.
Still are, just glued back together.
It’s a four letter word: rape.
Continue reading “Poem: “How to Survive a Four Letter Word” by Marie Cartier”
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