writing
The Verge of Utopia
Kaleidocast, Season 3
(short fiction, audio)
''Her mind wandered to Calvin and his teachers, the way they whispered with her and Pete about her son’s lonely obsessions—the below-ground forever-flooding railroad tracks, the descending tunnels and 'mole people'—the way she nodded along and jotted notes. But really, in these fraught end-times, was Calvin going to stop making go-bags to kick cans with other children? Stop tallying the shrinking population to have an actual conversation?''
(short fiction, audio)
''Her mind wandered to Calvin and his teachers, the way they whispered with her and Pete about her son’s lonely obsessions—the below-ground forever-flooding railroad tracks, the descending tunnels and 'mole people'—the way she nodded along and jotted notes. But really, in these fraught end-times, was Calvin going to stop making go-bags to kick cans with other children? Stop tallying the shrinking population to have an actual conversation?''
Getting Pre-Gender with Sarah East Johnson, LAVA Brooklyn
Posture Magazine
(article)
''LAVA is more than a performance ensemble. It’s also a community centered on a performance aesthetic: the body, gender-ambiguous, strongly supported in impossible positions, daring, earth-moving positions, upside down and on its hands.''
(article)
''LAVA is more than a performance ensemble. It’s also a community centered on a performance aesthetic: the body, gender-ambiguous, strongly supported in impossible positions, daring, earth-moving positions, upside down and on its hands.''
6 Ways to Put the Yule Back in Yuletide
Brooklyn Herborium
(essay)
"Every birth begins in the dark. If you’re lucky, you might barely hear that secret movement, not Santa’s reindeer on the roof (though that’s fun too), but the Goddess in her darkest aspect as she births the sun."
(essay)
"Every birth begins in the dark. If you’re lucky, you might barely hear that secret movement, not Santa’s reindeer on the roof (though that’s fun too), but the Goddess in her darkest aspect as she births the sun."
Imbolc Whispers
Brooklyn Herborium
(essay)
"Taking a moment to appreciate the very middle of winter, to me, honors that sindular beauty at its height, right at the chilliest, sparest dead-quiet of the season."
(essay)
"Taking a moment to appreciate the very middle of winter, to me, honors that sindular beauty at its height, right at the chilliest, sparest dead-quiet of the season."
The Spring Equinox: Opening to Ostara
Brooklyn Herborium
(essay)
"Spring can feel 'female' in a way that is far beyond pretty. The opening it mandates is dramatic and even cataclysmic, a literal and figurative pouring forward of energy, of self perhaps, into untried and possibly dangerous spaces."
(essay)
"Spring can feel 'female' in a way that is far beyond pretty. The opening it mandates is dramatic and even cataclysmic, a literal and figurative pouring forward of energy, of self perhaps, into untried and possibly dangerous spaces."
The Birds and Bees of Beltane
Brooklyn Herborium
(essay)
"The fertility invoked on this day is not only physical. It can also bless our minds and spirits, our creativity, activism, work, families and community, the richness of our personal connections and expression."
(essay)
"The fertility invoked on this day is not only physical. It can also bless our minds and spirits, our creativity, activism, work, families and community, the richness of our personal connections and expression."
Exquisite Midsummer
Brooklyn Herborium
(essay)
"What do we do with all this light? Maybe we make like the sun and expand, stretch our limits. Maybe we’re strong and bright, calling up secret dark places, shining on the spaces that need it most. Maybe we’re bold and big. And maybe we’re still."
(essay)
"What do we do with all this light? Maybe we make like the sun and expand, stretch our limits. Maybe we’re strong and bright, calling up secret dark places, shining on the spaces that need it most. Maybe we’re bold and big. And maybe we’re still."
Late Summer Lammas
Brooklyn Herborium
(essay)
"There is much to be grateful for: butterflies and blackberries and melons on the vine, smiling sunflowers and carpenter bees. But what comes up short? Where are the limits?"
(essay)
"There is much to be grateful for: butterflies and blackberries and melons on the vine, smiling sunflowers and carpenter bees. But what comes up short? Where are the limits?"
The Autumn Equinox: Balance and Release
Brooklyn Herborium
(essay)
"The leaves fall with our fond hopes, and though we know by simple repetition that they’ll return, we’re called to take the cue of the trees and let go"
(essay)
"The leaves fall with our fond hopes, and though we know by simple repetition that they’ll return, we’re called to take the cue of the trees and let go"
What Will You Be for Samhain?
Brooklyn Herborium
(essay)
"The cold and dark are invitations to deepness, a unique chance to enter the void of renewal, both beautiful and frightening. Will you brave the boundary?"
(essay)
"The cold and dark are invitations to deepness, a unique chance to enter the void of renewal, both beautiful and frightening. Will you brave the boundary?"
