Iāll let one of her poems say it best:
āLeonard Avenue
Two floors down I loll in
warm cinnamon-scented water.
Box piled on box on box,
up under the eaves you float
in turgid bloodwarm sleep.
Bundled in my robe I climb
bearing coffee steaming incense
on the chill stairway air.
Weāll drink it dabbling in bed
on the shore between waking and sleep
where you enter my wetness and I
take in your warmth.ā
Excerpt From
Moon Is Always Female
Marge Piercy
5d ago
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a post midnight morsel of delicious stirring to send you on a one way ticket back to dreamland
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When I was little and we would drive back from a religious event for a god I didn't believe in, the car tense in ways that you only understand if you know too much about your parents and they know nothing about each other or you, my little sister asleep in the back next to me, I'd watch the moon. It was comforting finding her shining up there. So far away from my small life, so cold, so bright.
And then when I was a bit older, fully embroiled in my Percy Jackson obsession, I'd picture Artemis up there as the moon, bounding along by, always watching over me. I'd think of Thalia and the other Huntresses and pledge to myself never to sacrifice myself for a man after seeing what they could do to the women I knew. I'd walk home from swim practice or be back in my parents car, talking to Artemis in my head, not believing she was actually there, but needing someone who was listening.
In college, going home late from a friend's apartment, or just a late evening in the lab, I'd walk with one earbud in pepper spray in hand, alert. But I'd always pause to look at the moon, feeling grateful, protected against all reason in the moonlight. My constantly changing consistent friend.
And now I don't see her as much, rarely outside at night undistracted. I pause every time I do though. A silent reminder of how small I really am in the face of everything. Not alarming but soothing somehow. I'm doing my best, I don't have to be perfect. She will always be there to watch me go on.
Feb 16, 2025
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