Author: Sarah

  • Dog loss

    Dog loss

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    I buried my dog’s ashes yesterday. Outside next to the succulents, where she had already started a small hole:

  • Old, Old Earth Magick

    Old, Old Earth Magick

    One of Earth’sOldest magicks Are wise womenWho sprout like weedsThroughout generations.Churches and powersCan try to control and exterminate them thru radical means.Yet even disconnectedFrom Ancestral Knowledge,These women will sprout and grow into the Collective WisdomTo tend, nourish, heal,And start spreading…Rhizomes ready, Seeds scattered Everywhere.Blown by the windSavored by soilWe find our wayTo Mother EarthAnd Know.

  • Long Distance Running

    Long Distance Running

    My son is sick todayPhysically sick – with a cold. He’s eightAnd he willingly did a Covid test last nightA table is turnedAnd slow progress is made.(In the pastCovid tests were dreaded,Whined about, andNever done willingly.)After swabbing his noseHe needed a tissueTo wipe his tearsHe explained thatIt didn’t hurtBut ratherFelt weirdAnd made his eyes waterThe…

  • Reframing Mondays: It’s the Economy, Stupid

    Reframing Mondays: It’s the Economy, Stupid

    Monday morning againAnd I’m wonderingWhat if all the working womenWe’re honest with their familiesAnd stopped trying to do it allOr even half of itMaybe it’s just me…But I doubt itMy son tells me repeatedly How muchHe doesn’t want to go to schoolHe doesn’t want to listen To reason or think aboutAnyone else’s perspective.And after a…

  • Big Journey

    Big Journey

    While chatting on the phoneWith an old friendThis past weekendShe told me that myJourney was BigRight nowRevelations:ADHD and Ancestry.Relatives found on both sides.Sleuthing skills activated.Connections made.Back doors found.People I want to meetPeople I am unsure ofDo I want this?Is it too late to back out?Why would I want to?I have always strived to be brave.And…

  • Happy Poetry Month!

    Happy Poetry Month!

    I finally got around to switching out the kids display at my library last week and made a poet tree with leaves for adding poems.

  • The Truth in Dreams

    The Truth in Dreams

    I have wondered about my ancestrySince I was a teenSelf consciously learning aboutThe worldAnd my place in it.I’ve had Ancestor DreamsSince my twentiesThat include:An alien father With swirling blue eyes That matched his cloak.A Grandfather CoyoteWith slicked black hairAnd sunglasses -Strutting his stuffAcross the streetIn style.AlsoA small, leathery grandmotherFrom the Andes.She has a huge smile…

  • Life Story: Lies and Truths in America

    Life Story: Lies and Truths in America

    I’ve been asked if I am Italian.I’ve been asked if I am Mexican.I’ve been asked if I am Spanish,Native American, Greek.I have never been asked if I am AfricanOr part African.And why would I?I don’t look at all African(with the possible exception of Egyptian.And I do have 1% DNA from Mali)And yet this is the…

  • A visual for my current work in progress

    A visual for my current work in progress

    I’m working with a repurposed French press. I still need to make the base a bit larger for a better fit. Then I plan to fill in some more around the sides of the pitcher with fibers of different origins.

  • Feeling good

    Feeling good

    Yesterday I called in sick. I said I wasn’t feeling well. Which wasn’t not true. But I haven’t been feeling well for a couple of years at least. The real reason I called in had to do with “self care” and holding myself accountable.