The Ninefold and Emhain Abhlach

We sang the song of farewell, binding ourselves together with red thread. As we sang, nine geese flew close over our heads, and then on to the hidden lake. I …

Weeds, trees and lessons from the Lorax

August burns gold and purple, royal and rural, bestowing all before the inevitable taking. It’s been a difficult month in a fraught year. Of course, all years are like this …

The long goodbye

So many years we spun together, you and I. And now is our only departure in a life full of loving. Death is a gift I can give you — …

Poem: Étaín, forgetting

The gold of the rim, a wall rising over the lake’s sweet mead, purchaseless for my many feet. My wings beat the air. The dark moon of shadow waxes full …

The Mask of Apollo: The Gods and the irrational

One of my guilty literary pleasures is Mary Renault and her novels pertaining to ancient Greece. The odd love affair began in my freshman year of high school, when we …

Deru: Of trust and trees

The root always trusts that the ground will welcome it — even when the seed lands in the gutter, and the burgeoning tree attempts to grow from a shallow trough …

Poem: Victims

Yeah, it’s a shit job but she needs to pay rent. He’s excited for tonight and texting his boyfriend, got out his new pair of shoes ordered them special online. …