Winter warmth
We are children of the Universe. We are children of the Sun. We have star stuff inside us. He smiles and squeaks with joy and squeezes...
Weighting
Waiting for them to call me to do a mammogram The weight of the years has told them it’s time. It is time. “Welcome to the club!” She...
Seeking words for an early spring.
April is sexual assault awareness month and child sexual abuse awareness month and national poetry month. Connecting deeply to all three...
The only ashes I seek this Wednesday are those of the patriarchy burned to the ground.
Being raised in the Lutheran church by a dad/pastor and mom/church leader/wife, I learned very well the rituals of the church. They were...
Abba Lieber Vater Amen
By Jeanine Otte Those are the words my Grandmother taught me as a child. It was the prayer said at bedtime with my cousin. We repeated...
Maybe the most we can do is enough
Maybe the most we can do is gather the golden bread crumbs that fall in our path and see where they lead. As we walk along, drop seeds...