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Your bed is full of dragons
by The Waxing Moon on Nov 6, 2009 in poem magic poems for children Your bed is full of dragons, their tailswrapped surreptitiously through clefts and hollows, softand abandoned with the breath of your sleep still clinginglike dew to a cottony nest. Your bedis strewn with nightingales, each oneholding a grand story t...

shallow roots
by The Waxing Moon on Nov 1, 2009 in growing up Yukon mothering poem Something has gone terribly wrong in the native culture education programming in our elementary schools. My daughter told me last night that she can't be native, because she doesn't eat moose. We talked about it again in the morning, and she said a m...

Curandera
by The Waxing Moon on Oct 28, 2009 in healing poem magic I would take your pain,hold it like an egg untilit warms in my hands,turning it overevery few hoursuntil it hatches. A softyellow chick would tapthrough, and with my thumbsI’d gently widen the rentin the shell to setthis new life free. Free,I would...

Award time!
by The Waxing Moon on Oct 26, 2009 in share the wealth treats and treasures Thanks, Joseph, for gifting me with a Creative Blogger Award. (If you haven’t checked out Joseph’s blog yet, please do! It’s well worth the visit.)The Creative Blogger award comes with two requirements: I’m supposed to pass it on to 7 people,...

remembering
by The Waxing Moon on Oct 24, 2009 in see how she runs growing up poem Maybe there’s a placebetween the words you saidand I, mind downstreamlaughing on an inner tubeslightly high and giddydecades past, drawn back sharplyby your irritation, crust-like lichena memory, 50 yearsto grow a hand’s breadthacross granite pun...

what we won
by The Waxing Moon on Oct 21, 2009 in celebration poem The sky tossed jewels that day, a carpetcrunching under our booted feetand lining the trails with brilliance.That night, surely the moon painted us a curveof shimmer through the forest, so the thoughtof getting lost never crossed our minds.Instead we...