(Poem) Crossing Over by Harriet Ann Ellenberger
When I was little,my mother bought me a Golden Book,and each night we read the storythat repeated the words,“Nobody knows but the old black crows.” Crows know everythingbecause they eat Read More …
When I was little,my mother bought me a Golden Book,and each night we read the storythat repeated the words,“Nobody knows but the old black crows.” Crows know everythingbecause they eat Read More …
My connection with Harriet Ann Ellenberger goes back to the year when my essay, “Returning Home with Mago, the Great Goddess, East Asia” was published in Trivia: Voices of Feminism Read More …
When we howl, children, we give it all we’ve got. Think power, think passion, send your voice over the mountain, “I am here, where are you?” Everyone ready? Deep breath Read More …
As earth warmsand her ice fields meltand the skeletal bones of her crust shiftand her hot core cooks up something new,human structures collapsealong with the Siberian permafrost. Being here is Read More …
A Matter of Beauty On the afternoon of 15 April 2019, I was playing with ideas of what to do with my piles of writing fragments. I wrote down “finish Read More …