Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
the moon waxes full and the green spirit bestirs flits through forest canopy to soil singing awake! awake! awake! send roots questing deep spread blades to capture sun sleep no more let juicy desire flow free summer days are long but fleeting make of life what you may grow joy! nurture beauty! be together! the… Continue reading greenleaf moon
there is no reservation at this table of consideration. for all the lauded tricks of human matter, it is only one of… do you not know that the stars conjecture? conferring on creation — beginnings, beings, resolution — is as common as dust. we are not alone no matter where we cast our gaze. even… Continue reading no reservation
The Radiant Lives of Animals Linda Hogan Beacon Press, 2020 This small book of poetry and prose is a love letter to Linda Hogan’s home. It is a narrative of recovery. Hogan must come back to health and strength after a severe horse-riding accident. The Depression-era cottage she buys to hide away and live quietly… Continue reading The Radiant Lives of Animals
what do you see with your eyes trained on a tree? what do you hear when your ears take in birdsong? what do you feel when your fingers touch soil? turn questions around so that what becomes who when you ponder them know that they regard you we sing the same songs we bear the… Continue reading no difference
Our culture is confused about food and farming. We believe that we are in a power-over relationship with the world, and particularly with our food. We are so enamored with dominance that we've lost sight of the inherent partnership between plants and animals, between prey and predator, between the farmer and the fields. Both sides… Continue reading A Confusion of Grain Gods
her mood was once reliable when the eggs were all still viable but now that they are not she’s perpetually hot and her temper’s undeniable ©Elizabeth Anker 2022
It is time for regeneration. Nests of new life in satiny shells — white, blue, green, pink, yellow, speckled, mottled, striped and solid. No doubt our urge to paint chicken eggs for the late spring holidays is inspired by the wondrous works of art in every nest. And it’s also not surprising that humans have… Continue reading Spring Eggs
I wrote the core of this decades ago, when I was a different person. But it seemed relevant this year... or maybe it's always been. man's loyalty they lay their robes at his feet they sang glories to his name they waved supple fronds in adulation hailing the new king — the moon waxed full… Continue reading Palm Sunday
I listen to quite a lot of music. Not much of it feels rooted or even connected to Earthly life. I'm beginning to wonder if many of our problems stem from an inability to celebrate what is life-affirming. Maybe we need an aesthetic of the hearth and home, of the constant and congenial and communitarian.… Continue reading We Need New Songs…
Common cuckoo (male). National Audubon Society. cuckoo sings out spring changeling in contented nest songs of troth betrayed A poem for 8 April , National Poetry Month, day 8. They say the cuckoo returns in mid-April, its song ushering in the season of growth. I've always found our relationship to this bird to be strange.… Continue reading cuckoo
By My Solitary Hearth 