Poetry Persephone’s Garden 12 Dec 2021 There was a shadowinnate and endless.Lodged into thecavern of myheart. I put it aside.But still I heard it,chanting its wordsinto the silence:dangerbloodfear. The portal to the soul stood open.I thought…
Blogging Mabon Moon 22 Sep 2021 Tell my ancestors that I have not forgotten them, even though I sleep in a strange land now, and my bones may sleep in foreign soil; Tell them I remember…
Blogging Strictly Rhetorical 19 Jun 2021 And of all the stupid things, I start to think: Would it be so bad? Couldn't I see myself spending a lifetime here? With the sun on my skin and…
Blogging Little Stories 1 Apr 20211 Apr 2021 When I was growing up, I knew a lady who lived in a house in a middle of a field, without hot running water. When she wanted a bath, she…
Blogging… A Meditation on Conflict 18 Aug 202016 Aug 2020 Once upon a time, I turned to my longsword instructor and asked, "Can we spar?" He was dubious about it, because the difference in our ability was not small. "I…
Blogging Peaceful Warrior 16 Jul 202016 Jul 2020 One day there was no fight left in me. I wasn’t sure what happened to it. Did it drop out of me, or did it simply disappear? Did something release,…
Blogging Hello, Little Heart 12 Jul 2020 I am afraid of the tremulous weight of my own existence. What it means to exist; what responsibility is placed upon my shoulders by the sheer happenstance of my birth.…
Blogging… The Smallest Things Inspire Me 13 Jun 202029 May 2020 I once visited an Iranian grandmother in her home. She made Turkish coffee in delicate cups, and fed me pumpkin pie and chocolates. “It is always like this, back home,”…
Blogging… Moonlight Shadows 6 Jun 202028 May 2020 I heard the full moon sing last night; songs of ancient paths, songs of distant dreams; and the wild spirit that remains in my heart unfolded to hear it. Like…
Blogging… Writer’s Block 28 May 202028 May 2020 I want to write something beautiful. Something that speaks to yearning; something that speaks to the yawning cavern, aching to be filled. I want to speak of the darkness of…
Shelley J. Reece 