Palettal Prose: Speak to Me

Bring it on,

you shadowy

dark thing.

Give it to me.

Right here.

Right now.

Spread your black wings

and give me

the truth.

Whatever it is

I can handle it.

I can handle you,

the shadowy ugly moth

fluttering in the cage of my chest.

You have been fluttering for years.

Banging against the bars of my heart.

Come here–let me have a look see

at your beady naked eyes.

Ah, so you are scared too.

~Heidi Hewett

Palettal Prose: Calling Wild

     I call to the North, to the

darkness that corrupts and

buries, poisoning the daylight.

    I call to the South, to the 

fires that lick and burn, guitless

and harsh.

I call to the East, to madness

that masquerades as truth

without apology.

     I call to the West, to storms

that torment and roil, ravaging

everything in their path.

Come close, bear witness

As I dig deep in the mud and

Press it softly to my skin.

I am the darkness

I am utter failure.

I am unredeemed loss.

I am forgetting and forgotten.

I am unbearable weakness.

I am the fire.

I am dark passion.

I am biter and angry.

I am mistake made over

and over without regret.

I am unsatiated desire.

I am great hungering flesh.

I am the madness.

I am babbling and confused.

I refuse to follow.

I do not know the way

and will not ask.

I imagine things

that cannot be seen,

and believe in things

I cannot prove.

I am the storm.

I am always,

always,

ALWAYS TOO LOUD.

I am rough.

I am fierce.

I refuse to keep to small.

I am messy and wicked and

I am big, soft, round,

unrepentant flesh.

Come to me, sisters.

I am foul-tempered,

arrogant,

selfish

and rude.

Come together

there’s trouble to brew.

~Katharine Saunders, We’Moon

Summer Solstice 2015

SHE Roars with Laughter

    “You are REVOLTING!”

    “Why aren’t you?”

The AMAZONS Take a Turn.

In the full light of Summer Solstice, womyn gather. The Amazons, Las Madres, The Raging Grannies, The Suffragists, Pussy Riot, The Grandmother Council, the Valkyries, CodePink, and a thousand small groups of committed change-makers: organize, protest, sing songs, stand firm, show up, ride out speak truth to power.

Once Amaterasu, Japanese Sun Goddess, fed up with this mad world, shut herself in a cave. All beings missed her. So Uzume, goddess of meriment, began a wild burlesque, stripping off clothes, shouting bawdy jokes. Amaterasu peeked out. Uzume held up a mirror. The Sun Goddess, bedazzled stepped out toward her own reflection, and all the world lit up.

Laughter is powerful to our sisterhood. Laughter undermines arrogance, poisons fear, suspends grief, relieves worry. When we laugh, our next in-breath contains more hope.

Let laughter call you from your cave. Join activists you admire.

Leap more, dance more–Smile more, laugh more

Gravity is a habit that is hard to break.

~Carolyn Myers, Mother Tongue Ink 2014

summer solstice