And like her, I will add more fuel upon the hearth. And like her, I will laugh.
Tag: Brigid
There, the Dance Is
Before I left Seattle for my pilgrimage (and subsequent journeys, which I’m suspecting comprise even more of the pilgrimage than… Read more There, the Dance Is
Hi, Dionysos
Don’t write poetry when you’re drunk, I’ve said, and yet it all weaves and wends, like under the tree where… Read more Hi, Dionysos
Gods and Radicals
I’m a part of what weaves my story, but there are sudden bursts of searing insight which remind me that… Read more Gods and Radicals
Rhyd Wildermuth 