Over the Moon for International Women’s Month

It happens this way …

This morning the worm moon or wolf moon or sap moon or supermoon peeked into my bedroom window. She reminded me about who really lives on this beauty in the sky.

Moon Goddess: “No man in my house!”

A man in the moon?

Give me a break!


They see what they want.

Myopia is no excuse.


It’s a culture thing.

But what’s his name? His origins?


Yue-Laou? Fictional.

Cain, the fratricide?


The gatherer of dried-out sticks

breaking Sabbath rules?


Last time I looked,

moonlight wasn’t punitive.


And tell me this:

Has he earned devotees


like Isis, Ishtar, Hecate,

Diana, Venus, Artemis,


Ixchel, Frigga, Ursula,

and a dozen more?


Where are temples raised

to him by other men?


Call me what you will,

I appeal. Ask farmers, sailors,


healers, seekers of fertility,

believers in the magic of rebirth.


Him? He’s nothing more

than craters, shadows, crevices


or, if you go for the absurd,

the hurdle for ambitious cows.


To All Dog Lovers Out There

It happens this way …

A friend just emailed me to say she put down her dog this morning. It was a compassionate thing to do since her sweet pet was suffering so much. My friend’s heart is cracking open with grief again – she’s experienced this before –- but she will assure anyone who listens that the love she has shared with her dear dog is worth the pain.

Everyday I receive FB posts from my dog-loving friends across the country. They include messages about the benefits – physical and spiritual – of owning a dog – or, better yet, being owned by one. They make me laugh about the silly things dogs do and joy in the tenderness dogs show in nurturing abandoned kittens or guarding a sleeping child. I can understand the love.DSC07973

We don’t have a pet – unless you want to count the feral cats, steller’s jays, juncos, robins, and other various creatures who play in our backyard. The traveling we do makes owning a good excuse. I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving a dog in a kennel or even having someone other than us watch over it when we flew away.

Perhaps another reason is equally true: the experiences my brothers and I had  with pets growing up in NJ. I dug out this poem that appeared in Fall 2016 in an anthology called Our Last Walk: Using Poetry for Grieving and Remembering Our Pets.

I think the last six lines nail the truest truth about my lack of pet-ownership. A million cheers to all of you share love with, and learn love from, your pets. Someday …

 Love’s Labor’s Lost

or Why I don’t own pets

Three chameleons


into our bamboo shades.

The horny lizard’s

soft-curled back



like goldfish

in their hazy bowl,


its down-side up.


dad booted out

the lab who


his cabbage soup.

The speckled mutt


one day,


away the next.

Need more


A droop-face cop


our summer yard

and shot

two frothing pups.

My heart

can’t bear

another crack.

I fall in love

too hard,

too fast.


Steeped in Words at the Chinese Garden

It happens this way …

DSC06407Yesterday was a perfect autumn day at the Chinese Garden where we gathered in the Scholars Room to share beauty, camaraderie, and poetry. Thanks to all the folks who came in body and to all of you across the miles who were there in spirit.

Here are a few unedited audio clips to give you the flavor of the day. Since this is a public garden, the ambient noise reminds us of the world outside. Enjoy this wondrous fall wherever you are!