Author Archives: xineann

Creative Fire, Carl Jung

    The artist’s life cannot be otherwise than full of conflicts, for two forces are at war within him  on the one hand the common human longing for happiness, satisfaction and security in life, and on the other a … Continue reading

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The Artist as Bear, Jane Yolen

  The Artist As Bear In the softness of the year, she follows green trails. Stands by the rush of river pulls silver fish into her mouth. Summer berries spurt between her long teeth. Wind tickles across her back. She … Continue reading

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Shapechangers in Winter

This is the Solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future, the place of caught breath –Margaret Atwood  Eating Fire

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Denise Levertov, In Mind

  In  Mind There’s in my mind a woman of innocence, unadorned but fair-featured and smelling of apples or grass. She wears a utopian smock or shift, her hair is light brown and smooth, and she is kind and very … Continue reading

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Denise Levertov, Aware

Aware When I found the door I found the vine leaves speaking among themselves in abundant whispers. My presence made them hush their green breath, embarrassed, the way humans stand up, buttoning their jackets, acting as if they were leaving … Continue reading

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The Wind, Terri Windling

Once upon a time there was a girl, there was a boy, there was a poor woman who wanted, there was a queen who couldn’t have, there was witch who lived under, there was a green frog at the bottom … Continue reading

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Denise Levertov, Talking to Grief

Talking to Grief Ah, Grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who comes to the back door for a crust, for a meatless bone. I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give … Continue reading

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