a poem by Samuel Menashe
Inklings sans ink
Cling to the dry
Point of the pen
Whose stem I mouth
Not knowing when
The truth will out
Samuel gave me this poem at the Gotham Book Mart
(where I worked most of the 80's) the evening of Phil Lyman's Memorial Service.
I dedicate this poem (which appeared in the March 1999 New Yorker Magazine) to the amazing
Phil Lyman, a gentleman and a scholar and a great inspiration to many a book lover and Joycean.
The Goddess of
the Kelp Beds
by Adeline Quinn
She is in the sea
She sees us all
Her strength protects us
Her beauty fills us
We , too are sea creatures
We thrive with her
She shares with us
all of her bounty
The Goddess of the Kelp Beds
by Rosie of Illuminated Rose
written at the Goddess show at Microcosm
Forgive us for
forsaking our holy waters,
the lakes and oceans.
Healing & Love to all
Photograph by Louie Lou
The Goddess of the Support Group
by Louie Lou
To the Goddess of the Support Group,
i offer this image of my room
with the yawning Buddha waking me up in the morning
and the Guan Yi (goddess of mercy) to remind me
i am blessed for a fresh day
and the lively plant to sustain me with vitality
and the cherry blossom infuser that brings friendship and support.
THE GODDESS OF WORMS
created for and written by Grace Gibas
An 82 year old hospice drop-out and fighter for peace and justice!
When I'm digging in the garden and come across an earth worm I rejoice.
OF RELEASING FIRE
Poem by Casey Scathach --mommy of 4, ER nurse, pagan witch and poet
It has been so often
happening that something important and/or magical is simply hid in your
If someone asked about
who was the best
It so often happens
that all you have is only some disconnected thoughts, ideas,
-Sergei Tartykov, Artist, Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan
Poem by Casey Scathach --mommy of 4, ER nurse, pagan witch and poet.
You of strength and courage
Tree of Worlds
For the painting GODS PLAY WITH OUR PLANET
by Samuel Jay Keyser, professor of philosophy & linguistics at MIT*
and the gods picked them as they pleased.
One day a god, her fingers as white as the Milky Way,
reached for the Earth,
but a shining god reached out as well,
and when their hands touched,
the Earth slipped through their fingers.
My world has fallen through
said the first god.
It was a puny world, said the shining god.
Then why did you reach for it?
I didn't, said the shining god,
And he plucked a plump shiny world
And that is how the
Earth came to rest near the sun
On to the next chapter (8)