Blood Moon Musings

It is 5am, finally a reasonable hour to wake up and write. I was up nearly every hour last night. Each hour feeling refreshed, thinking I had slept the entire night. 

It is a full blood moon, there was a lunar eclipse this morning, it is voting day. Maybe these things had something to do with it. 

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I’m working on a new book and have been deep in the process of writing. Since much of my book includes memoir, I’ve been reading through old journals and finding old poetry.

Long before I had a book deal, I wrote every day but believed most of what I wrote wasn’t ‘good enough.’ So, in service of my younger self, I’m going to share a couple of my old poems. I’ve been writing and revising so much today that I can’t tell if they’re any good. I’ll let you be the judge.

RELEASE, 2004

My pen, an exorcist

frees beasts that live inside my bones

and crawl beneath my skin.

Furious movement 

of my hand fills

blank pages with their

silent screams.

Papers tear

into open mouths.

Quiet.

I am ready 

to speak.

WILD ONES

Numb, distracted, caught in a snare

I am untangling now, healing

turning my head and tuning in:

Distant howl, summer rain, song bird song

I hear you

Thirsty earth, soft leaves, tender bark

I touch you

Aching loss, sharp pain, hollow hunger

I feel you

Swift fox, patient spider, grieving wolf

I see you

I am coming home