There is an uninterrupted expanse of sky on the other side of the uncovered panes of glass in the kitchen where the orb of sun normally blasts in on us totally unfettered. Slashing light across everything and obscuring it from our eyes. Sun so arrogant you hide from it and wonder how does [...]
“Long ago I read in Patricia Monaghan’s wonderful Book of Goddesses and Heroines that the Roman goddess of the winter solstice, Angerona, was shown with a bandaged mouth and a finger to her lips enjoining silence. This cryptic description inspired me to create a ritual which I’ve been practicing ever since. I spend the day [...]
sullen soil, moist, lewd
prefers frozen stiff dignity
and darkened solitude
crisp grass blades break
sun so feeble and weak
grandfather wind groans in the trees
sun so weak we all can’t breathe
so we’ll lie down all day
