Adoration of Oak, by Ausonia Calabrese
O Temple of my Father’s Father, Mistress of the Giant’s Bane! Palms of rough bark, that end in gnarled hands, Old man of the hills, Sylvan Lord, with a crown of leaves, You bare the burden of mistletoe in your boughs: Venomous gems!
NIDSTANG is now accepting submissions for Issue #1
NIDSTANG is now accepting submissions for our inaugural issue. This is the herb that fought against the worm— this can avail against poison, this can avail against contagion, this can avail against hated things that fare throughout the land. NIDSTANG is an anarchist journal of poetry published by Pleroma. We are interested in art that evokes […]
A Wanapum song by the dreamer-prophet Smohalla
My young men shall never work, men who work cannot dream and wisdom comes in dreams. You ask me to plow the ground. Shall I take a knife and tear my mother’s breast? Then when I die she will not take me to her bosom, to rest. You ask me to dig for stone. Shall […]