I first came to Substack as a reader. Maybe it was Austin Kleon’s newsletter or Ask Polly or Jeff Tweedy who lead me here, I don’t remember. But, I am grateful for the discovery of so many wonderful writers in this space and the support they…
I first came to Substack as a reader. Maybe it was Austin Kleon’s newsletter or Ask Polly or Jeff Tweedy who lead me here, I don’t remember. But, I am grateful for the discovery of so many wonderful writers in this space and the support they…
Harjo’s Portal to Grace Through poetry and unflinching honesty, Poet Warrior tells the story of how the path of Joy Harjo’s life lead her to be a poet and writer. Harjo tells her own life story with flowing poetic prose…
November 23, 2023 When did this obsession with social media take hold? Was it when my dad got Prodigy in the late 80s and I was suddenly connected to people via message boards? I made connections there I don’t think…
Collecting The Bones and Learning to Howl “If you don’t go out into the woods, nothing will ever happen and your life will never begin.” (Estés 462) This quote from Women Who Run With the Wolves epitomizes Clarissa Pinkola Estés’s…
The Maiden, The Mother, The Crone Ancient tales tell of the three stages of a woman’s life merged with the archetype of the triple goddess – the maiden, the mother, and the crone. Each stage is further symbolized by a…
The color of your shoulders becamea kaleidoscope of dragon’s breath,a leviathan through my hermitage. I never knew if your laughter startedas a lazy smile swimming over your face,or if it bubbled up like sea foam. If you moved through the…
I worry that I think too much about “social media” and what I want to share and where, but I don’t think that’s really the issue. I’m actually always thinking about the things I want to create and how best…
It was always summer in the northwest woods of rural Wisconsin. The days were long and sunny, silent but for the bird song from deep in the trees. The milkweed lining the driveway had not yet opened to release its…
(Content warning: contains references to violence, suicide, and self harm) I flinched as the pink plastic cat bank slammed against the floor beside my younger cousin’s head. I closed my eyes as her mother yelled in her face, about what…
