The head of the year Marge Piercy The moon is dark tonight, a new moon for a new year. It is hollow and hungers to be full. It is the black zero of beginning. Now you must void yourself of injuries, insults, incursions. Go with empty hands to those you have hurt and make amends. … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 09/10/2016 – forgive the dead year
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Praying with Fringes 02/11/2016 – Lie to me, sweet garden-mongers
Winter Promises Marge Piercy Tomatoes rosy as perfect baby’s buttocks, eggplants glossy as waxed fenders, purple neon flawless glistening peppers, pole beans fecund and fast growing as Jack’s Viagra-sped stalk, big as truck tire zinnias that mildew will never wilt, roses weighing down a bush never touched by black spot, brave little fruit trees shouldering … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 02/11/2016 – Lie to me, sweet garden-mongers
Praying with Fringes 11/05/2015 – If I stand here still stripped and bare
October nor'easter Marge Piercy Leaves rip from the trees still green as rain scuds off the ocean in broad grey scimitars of water hard as granite pebbles flung in my face. Sometimes my days are torn from the calendar, hardly touched and gone, like leaves too fresh still to fall littering sodden on the bricks. … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/05/2015 – If I stand here still stripped and bare
Praying with Fringes 03/07/2014 – that joy is a power
Queen’s Attitude as It Bears Upon the Matter: The Three of Cups (excerpt) Marge Piercy Taste what is in your mouth, if it is water, still taste it. Wash out the cups of your fingers, clean your eyes with new tears for your sister. We are not worse revolutionaries if we remember that the universe … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 03/07/2014 – that joy is a power
Fringes: a feminist, non-zionist havurah 