Kindle the fire in my deep well

Kindle the fire in my deep well, lady,
being the light in the midst of the dark,
healing the old wounds, the deep ones, the scarred ones,
believing in life in the middle of winter.

Kindle the fire in my deep well, lady,
to burn like a star on the surface of water.
Let my emotions give fuel to my will,
transform in the light of your brilliant blue flame.

I’m turning my attention away from the social stuff back to my own practice, to pause over this weekend and reach inside, reach up to the moon and out to the cold earth. It’s really, truly cold here for the first time this winter, and there’s just enough snow to make things a little interesting.

Next weekend is Imbolc, and even in the midst of the cold and the dark, I can tell the light is beginning to return, that the cold won’t last forever. So I honor all those things at once – the snow and the moon, the light and the dark, and I use this time to gather my will to take the next steps, to work to make change in the world.

These are some of the words I’m using to do that and to honor Brigid. May you find your own inspiration to do so as well.

Just published! Unto Herself: A Devotional Anthology for Independent Goddesses

Please join me in celebrating the publication of Unto Herself: A Devotional Anthology for Independent Goddesses, edited by Ashley Horn. It has essays, rituals, and poetry on a wide range of goddesses, including Neith, Artemis, the Morrigan, and my own contributions on Columbia and Athena. Check it out!

Please note that I get no money for this and do not have a financial interest in your purchase, but I encourage you to support Bibliotheca Alexandrina by buying through their site if you do want to get the book.

“Ravening” now at EHS; time off; blessed Litha!

The summer solstice issue of Pagan ezine Eternal Haunted Summer is up. My poem Ravening appears in it along with a lot of other great material. Check it out!

This poem came about in the wake of the ritual to the Morrigan held at Sacred Space Conference this past spring. I’d like to thank Maggi Setti and all the other excellent leaders who made that ritual such a powerful experience.

As a side note, I will be traveling without access to the Internet for about a week starting this Friday. If I have time in the midst of preparation for my travels, I’ll prepare a few posts to auto-publish during that time, but will probably disable comments. I’ll also have a piece on the Litha going up at the Slacktiverse sometime soon, but may not be able to link to it until I get back.

I wish everyone a blessed summer solstice!

Mandragora is out!

I just got my contributor’s copy of Scarlet Imprint’s new anthology of esoteric verse and essays, Mandragora. It’s gorgeous, and on first glance it looks like the work of some of the other poets and writers makes the content live up to the presentation. My own “Equinox Egg” is a small contribution, and I’m honored to have my work in such good company. I can’t wait to get more into it.

A less expensive edition is available, and a digital one will be out soon, it looks like. If you’re interested in the intersection of poesis and magic, check it out!

Waiting for the bus: A hymn to the landbase of my youth

This time of year, the pine trees do the Great Rite
so exuberantly that the streets are paved with gold
and my nose runs until I feel utterly zero desire
for anything besides a tissue, and I remember…

When I learned that DST means
I never have to wait for the bus
in complete darkness
and that regardless of the hour
dusk means driving carefully
when the Horned One is in his season.

This is the place where I
grudgingly
picked up pine cones and
gleefully
wore azaleas and dogwood in my hair
on Easter,

Where I learned how pine trees age
and new ones volunteer,
how pine cones open and close
with heat and rain
and why long-leaf pines
are dangerous in ice.

But it is mornings I remember most of all
waiting for the bus
outside with Talking Self so briefly still
in my first meditations.

Just published! Queen of the Sacred Way

Please join me in celebrating the publication of Queen of the Sacred Way: A Devotional Anthology in Honor of Persephone edited by Melitta Benu. It contains essays, rituals, and poems, including my poem Seeking Persephone. Melitta has done an excellent job of gathering materials addressing the complexity of this goddess, rather than sticking solely to the simplistic narrative as told in elementary school mythology. Check it out!

Please note that I get no money for this and do not have a financial interest in your purchase, but I encourage you to support Bibliotheca Alexandrina by buying through their site if you do want to get the book.

From the trenches of the war on women

If in some aching dreams you too could pace
sleepless with the choice we find ourselves in,
and hear the fear and loathing we will face
as people tell us aught we do is sin;
If you could feel, with every cramp, the blood
ready to gush forth from ectopic wound
to salve your conscience in its crimson flood
and leave behind my lifeless form marooned,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To women ardent for a martyr’s glory,
The new lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro blastocyte mori.

With homage to Wilfred Owen and respect to veterans, I would like to point out that the war on women is still going strong. So-called personhood was defeated in Mississippi. Almost 60% of people voted against giving fertilized eggs all the rights of corporations  people, which would take away fundamental rights (like life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness) from the real, live people who would become little more than incubators.

I’m happy that it was defeated, believe me. But that vote was the result of tremendous work by women’s rights organizations, and even after major investments of time and money, somehow 40% of voters still thought the bill was a good idea. Why are we even having to fight this fight in the first place?

But fear not! Personhood USA is going to expand its efforts and bring similar legislation to more states. Satan won’t win every time, they insist. Others are misappropriating the history of the Holocaust to try to convince people that it’s a good thing to let women die. And in the next election cycle, graphic, gory ads may be coming to a TV near you – but they won’t show the horror of the pre-Roe days.

That’s my war today. It’s one I was drafted into the minute I was born with a uterus and a disability. And in that metaphor, I desperately want to become a veteran, to lay down arms (and coat hangers) and rest secure in my person and in my right to appropriate health care. So I pray, today, for all the veterans of the past, and for current wars to end so that there are more veterans and fewer soldiers, and I reflect on the value of life and how I fight for it.

Just published! Anointed: A Devotional Anthology

Join me in celebrating the release of Anointed: A Devotional Anthology for the Deities of the Near and Middle East, edited by Tess Dawson! This project occurred under the auspices of Bibliotheca Alexandria, a project of Neos Alexandria that fosters Pagan writing and publishing.

It includes two pieces of mine, the poem “Call to Inanna,” which starts out:

Out of the depths, I call to you, Inanna!

Out of the depths of my fear, I call to you, holy priestess!

Out of the depths my call echoes up to you, Queen of Heaven!

Do not forget me!

Do not forsake me!

Do not abandon me to my fear!

and an article, “Facing Fear,” which describes how

The Call to Inanna can be used as a solitary ritual in order to have a cathartic confrontation with fear and reclaim your power in the face of that fear.

It also looks like there are some great resources on other, less well-known deities and cultures. I can’t wait to get my copy! If you have any interest in these deities, check it out. Please note that I get no money for this and do not have a financial interest in your purchase, but I encourage you to support Bibliotheca Alexandrina by buying through their site if you do want to get the book.

Punxsutawney Phil called Persephone

Punxsutawney Phil called Persephone and said
“All clear here, spring is coming,
but don’t let me rush you.
In this our present age
of lesser gods and greater mortals
we think we’ve got this handled.”
But that afternoon the sun came out
and as he dived back into his burrow
he put his lips close to the crack
that goes all the way down
and whispered, “Hey, P?
We might need you
after all.
You’re better at dealing with shadows
than I am.”

 

Copyright Literata 2011; unlike other material on this blog, this work is not included under my Creative Commons license. Please do not reproduce it without my permission.

Planting Time: A Poem for Brigid Poetry Festival 2011

In the belly of the Mother, deep within the earth,
seeds are being planted while the ewes give birth.
Drinking the new milk, suddenly I know
the spark of an idea: the fire in the belly grows.

This poem was also published in the Order of the White Moon’s publication, Seasons of the Moon, in the Imbolc 2011 issue.