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
Ceridwen That was a very long death this time. I guess I needed to see the ladle in Her hand… Read more Yes (Beltaine, 2014)
Three days of thought, dancing. A day or two of the dead. There’s the goddess who drowns children. The goddess… Read more Totentanz
I said to a friend, “We see the darkness, and some go in. It is the abyss. We have to… Read more Threads in Candlelight
The night before I left Seattle, my brother-in-law brought me two glasses of mead which we’d brewed together, a Methyglyn,… Read more When Gods Come Back Around….