At the end of April, 15 creative souls gathered with us for our retreat on Inismor – Writing on the Wild Edges of the World. We had a wonderful group with participants from all over the U.S., Canada, and South Africa. I am delighted to share some of their poems over these next few weeks. Pour a cup of tea, imagine yourself on a windswept limestone island in the Atlantic, and savor for a while. From Patia Carque Inismore Embraced by waves, winds, anion the Isle will do the work. She’ll lift, kiss, nourish you while cows graze her hilly breasts.

This past October we led one of our Writing on the Wild Edges retreats on the beautiful island of Inismor off the coast of Galway. We will be sharing some of the writing which participants gave us permission to share here in the next few weeks. Up next are poems by Pamela Smith. Something about a Door Something there is about a door, Each evokes a closer knowing. This door, unassuming grey and weather worn; Another, cracked, abandoned in slouched disarray. A ponderous roughly hewn door of darkened wood; It’s neighbored door mantled in tendrils of gracious green. A whimsical little red round

This past October we led one of our Writing on the Wild Edges retreats on the beautiful island of Inismor off the coast of Galway. We will be sharing some of the writing which participants gave us permission to share here in the next few weeks. Up next are poems by Tanya Stark Loretto. Dreamscape The land of Éire has seeped into my being, Permeating my dreams. I wander through her paths, Surrounded by rocks, cliffs, fields, bogs, A multiplicity of hues- grays, greens, lavenders, and browns. I wander and wander, Often not knowing where I am going, And yet I am not afraid, To

This past October we led one of our Writing on the Wild Edges retreats on the beautiful island of Inismor off the coast of Galway. We will be sharing some of the writing which participants gave us permission to share here in the next few weeks. Up next are poems by Vivien Ray. Seven Ways of Seeing a Thorn Tree (With thanks to Wallace Stevens) One Already you have shed summer’s story of leaves Two Moss binds your limbs Three I watch you from seed fall, shed by a passing bird To limb fall and decay And yet you are willing to allow

This past October we led one of our Writing on the Wild Edges retreats on the beautiful island of Inismor off the coast of Galway. We will be sharing some of the writing which participants gave us permission to share here in the next few weeks. Up next are poems by Evelyn Jackson. (If you’d like to join us, we have our dates open for 2018 – August 26-September 1) The Knitting Place Bring your intention and a piece of yarn to the sacred hawthorn tree. Tie your intention there on one of its branches. Red berries wink between the leaves to remind you