Macha’s Curse
Weary of the screams that filled her ears,
Tired of cleaning the blood from her fingernails,
Her acorns turning to ash in her pointed beak,
Macha turns away from the battle
And her sisters
In search for the normal life of home and family.
Loving his children was easy.
Tending the farm a joy.
Laying with him in the night,
She almost felt safe.
Macha [...]
On Poetry
I wrote poetry in high school. Bad teen-aged angst-filled poetry. But still it was mine. I read it today 15 years later and I can still remember the feelings that caused me to write. Not all of what I wrote was bad—trite and overly sentimental. Perhaps.
In my 20s I had no time for poetry. I [...]



