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Even So…#8
Day ? of the pandemic. The storms roll in, tornado warnings and flooding, devastation for so many in the south, although you’d think plagues would be enough, and everyone pitches in to help, even so. And when the storms rolled out, the sun returned, the grass was crystal-speckled and the air smelled of grass and…
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Day ? of the plague. It’s Easter, even so. The Child of Light returns, in spite of everything. At the end of my street, a lone woman rings a big brass bell at the end of her driveway, to mark the moment, not forgetting, even so. The symbol of the promise that we will die…
Read MoreEven So . . . #6
Day ? of the plague. In spite of everything, hearing Randy Rainbow sing Tom Waits’ Martha on “Better Things” makes me sob and nearly burst with love. My elderly neighbor makes signs of encouragement and hope, even so. In spite of everything, a bowl of really delicious chicken soup is pure comfort. News comes of more…
Read MoreEven So… #3
What has this #? day in the plague brought? In spite of everything, the dew on the grass this morning was cool as riverwater on my feet. The crows yakked at me from the branches of the hemlock, and I yakked back, even so. In spite of everything, two friends recovered from this… I made…
Read MoreEven so…#2
Second day, or maybe the 15th, in the middle (or beginning) of this thing, whatever it is. In spite of everything, the fish in the pond jumped high for no reason at all, except joy. I stretched my body, yoga-style, which I haven’t done in a long time, even so. In spite of everything, two…
Read MoreSo here we are…
So here we are, in turbulent seas and howling winds. So here we are, in a pandemic. What to do with our fragile selves, our fragile hearts? Where do we put our fears? This first: look at the person next to you (animal or human) and say thank you for not fleeing. Tell your neighbor:…
Read MoreWhen The Veils Are Thin
According to the calendar, tomorrow is Samhain/Halloween, but for me, this is the day. Why? Because I woke up with my head filled with the flames of my ancestors, some of whom I know, and a few I don’t. (Calendars are odd. So man-made, regardless of the energies that manifest. ) There are different names…
Read MoreIn Which I Mourn a Small (?) Life
I’m not sure many people are going to identify with this, but I lost a friend today. Not a human friend. Not even a mammal friend… but a little snake. He felt masculine to me, and so I named him Otisssss. He lived in and around our pond for five years and I came to…
Read MoreAn Essay/Review on THE GRIMOIRE OF KENSINGTON MARKET
Sometimes one says the review’s so good one could have written it oneself. In this case, I don’t think I could have. I suspect Ms. McCauley has been wandering around my head while I sleep. Lauren B. Davis’ The Grimoire of Kensington Market Reviewed by Marcie McCauley Wolsak & Wynn, 2018 Dear Reader: a book…
Read MoreRave Review for THE GRIMOIRE OF KENSINGTON MARKET
What a way to start the weekend. I couldn’t be more grateful. https://www.thestar.com/entertainment/books/reviews/2018/10/26/alchemy-of-magic-a-fairytale-and-the-opioid-crisis-in-powerful-new-book.html Alchemy of magic, a fairytale and the opioid crisis in powerful new book By TREVOR CORKUM Special to the Star Fri., Oct. 26, 2018 The Grimoire of Kensington Market, Lauren B. Davis, Wolsak and Wynn, 350 pages, $22. Lauren B. Davis, author of The…
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