Ogham poem: Uillend/The elbow

See the stalwart oak in the winter gale: Even it bends, a great elbow naked to the shoulder, to the foot, to the root.   Who are we to be …

‘Talamh’ is almost done!

Kwannon’s next album, Talamh, is at the printers! It will hopefully be available by the start of the new year. The name is Gaeilge (Irish) for land, ground, earth — which …

Prayer poems

In November, ADF what they call the #PrayerADay project, in which participants are challenged to do exactly what the hashtag implies. Since I typically write a poem every night, I’ve …

Everything lost to you will be returned in sweet Elysium.

Life is a tapestry of loss. This is a theme that often comes up in my daily personal poem because it is simply a hallmark of mortal life. Everything changes …

Poem: Eleusis

There is a secret we share when the wheat bows down and light bursts blinding from the ground. The thread at your wrist, the thread at your ankle neither bound …

Poem: Truth

No. Truth has worth more than gold or rubies or even our individual lives. Without the stone to hold the hill, the soil wears into the river. The walls crumble …

Poem: New moon

O these stolen moments of incense and offerings at my smaller shrine. Alone yet not alone, bare feet pad spiraling through the house, settling back at that altar half-hidden in …