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"Sleep in a world your final sleep has woken".

by Eavan Boland, New Collected Poems, W. W. Norton & Company, 2009

Snow poem.
White poem / blue poem.
Time poem: 30 minute difference.

Much of what matters these days is encapsulated in these two photos. Making art and being a present mother. I've been making quiet moves to invest more in these identities: artist and mother.

I've decided to restructure how our affinity group Tendin

Connecting dots for myself. The commonalities between poetry and mothering goes on and on... above is the list of what feels most poignant for me today.

M/others & tenders, what might you add to the list/ how would your list read?

I have 30 poems.

I thought I only had a couple that I hadn't outgrown, but upon pouring over past work - here on Instagram, on Substack, other sorts of old notebooks - I found many gems I haven't yet outgrown. Poems and pieces that still feel necess

"I believe connection happens in concentric circles. At the heart of all connection is the self. When we write/ create homes for our writing, personal transformation takes place. From there, we being to connect with the world around us- the natu

This friend has seen me and a few dear ones thru some of the most pivotal, devastating, beautiful moments life has to offer. Seems like a good fit for 2024.

By Joy Harjo, from Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings, W. W. Norton & Company, 2015.

Frustration poem. Maniacle laughter poem. Opportunity poem. Reminder poem.

Reminder that anything can be the poem.

That the poem doesn't need to offer a solution.

That beauty is often in the details, rather than in the thing itself.

Two days ago,

My daughter looks for the moon each day. Every time we step outside, her eyes dart across the sky. Every time she gets in the car or walks into a room with windows, she checks to see where her friend Moon is. If Moon can’t be found, we step out

I tend to, live and work on the ancestral, unceded land of the Wabanaki peoples. I recognize that they have never ceded sovereignty, and remain strong in their enduring connection to this land and these waterways. The person I am becoming, as well as my work in the world, would not exist without the undue privilege of being with this land, which I am ever-endeavoring to be in right relationship with.