Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
It is Epiphany, 6 January, the close of the Christmas season. This is the date the Catholic Church assigned to the arrival of the Magi and also the date that Jesus met up with John the Baptist and was blessed by God in the river. Epiphany comes from a Greek word meaning "appearance" or "manifestation".… Continue reading The Daily: 6 January 2023
Since Twitter is all but useless now, I've migrated over to Project Mushroom. But some things just don't feel right there. I'm not sure those folks are interested in poetry word prompts, for one thing. So that happens exclusively on my AllPoetry contests. I post four words a month and let folks write on any… Continue reading The Daily: 4 January 2023
for 14 December 2022 Halcyon Days Here is a phrase that seems to have forgotten its roots entirely. In our times, "halcyon days" refers to a golden past, a time when everything was wonderful. Sometimes it just means "youth" with overtones of innocence and insouciance. But this name has nothing to do with nostalgia. In… Continue reading The Daily
A Full Moon Tale for the Winter Sleep Moon It was Sir Rufus's year. His straw came up shortest, so this year it was his duty when the inevitable came around. Formerly, the rather uncomfortable chore had fallen to those whom the Green Knight chose to single out with his inscrutable logic. However, several years… Continue reading Green
These happened last night as I was listening to the crows settling down on a rainy evening. i remember... in the velvet grey of november as time slows to purpling twilight bridging firm here and phantom yesteryear these silver airs softly falling into tomorrows as songs of firebirds rising to greet the stars as like… Continue reading November Poems
A Full Moon Tale for the Hunter's Moon For many thousands of years of the sun, the people did not fear death. They were not callous or evil. They grieved for lost loves and shed many tears at eternal partings. Nor were they blind. They knew that each breath led on to a last gasp.… Continue reading The Sight
The Hunter's Moon is full at 6:02am (EST) on November 8th, but that's not why this is the blood moon. That appellation is a recent attempt to glamorize a full lunar eclipse which, of course, also happens early tomorrow morning. The moon begins to slide into eclipse at 3:01am EST and is done by 8:58am… Continue reading Blood Moon
Odin Rides to the Rock by Arthur Rackham The Old Farmers' Almanac calls this moon cycle the Hunter's Moon, but for me the Falling Leaves Moon is full today at 4:54pm. They seem to think this moon is named for the hunting season. This is neither temporally nor mythically correct. It is not yet hunting… Continue reading Falling Leaves Moon
Gary ate another palmful of antacids. Didn’t seem to matter what he ate for lunch these days. Or even if he ate. By mid-afternoon a bubble began to grow low in his gut and propagated up through his digestive tract until he felt like an iron fist was gripping his esophagus. On the long drive… Continue reading Wicker Man
the flow i and you in this dance flowing life from one to the other you give i receive green sustenance you create i unmake you, me to feed is death no breath without you no spark without me no me, no you without this arc my nourishment are you your nurture am i we… Continue reading Wednesday Word Poetry
By My Solitary Hearth 