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It rains torrentially after long drought and disorder; it rains drenching the empathetic scraggy soil of the heart it rains moistening the rocks of anger crags of revenge and cracks of depravity it rains covering the jealous holes with purity healing the undesirable crevices of the being it pours incessantly to fill up the gaps of deceptive caves of life it rains inside me constantly stretching the cramped limbs softening […]

No moon sails alone in the sky the Weaver sits baskets at her feet creel of silk at hand Not one to need company she adjusts and readjusts her lengths of silk eternally balancing Do not come without your incantation Do not come without an offering Spinning life and beyond measured hanks of silk woven now and in-between — Elaine Reardon is a poet, herbalist, educator, and member of the […]

I used to pray to the dark And empty space until I saw A sliver of hope among the stars I’d call out to the man in the moon, Where has my lady gone? But he just Winked at me with his banana-wide smile Every night I asked him again, but His smile grew into fat glares, surely He tired of my incessant question After two weeks, he was full […]

Children in the Sky (V2) There is a full moon, distant in this sky tonight, Gray planets planted on an aging, white face. Children, living and dead, love the moon with small hearts. Those in heaven already take gold thread, drop the moon down for us all to see. Those alive with us, look out their bedroom windows tonight, we smile, then prayers, then sleep. *** Moon Sleep (V4) I […]