by Carly Mountain | 17 Mar, 2017 | Poetry
A journey makes us vulnerable, takes us from our more secure environments and commits us to the unknown. Perhaps this is why the journey has so often been our basic metaphor for life itself. Our life journey is a precarious pilgrimage, a passage through landscapes of...
by Carly Mountain | 12 Mar, 2016 | children, feminism, mother, Poetry, women
I do not have enough yes’s in my being for this poem. All power to you amazing women!
by Carly Mountain | 18 Feb, 2016 | Nature, Poetry
Lake and Maple I want to give myself utterly as this maple that burned and burned for three days without stinting and then in two more dropped off every leaf; as this lake that,
no matter what comes
to its green-blue depths,
both takes and returns it.
In the still...
by Carly Mountain | 2 Nov, 2013 | feminine, Nature, Poetry, women
“I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of summer, My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips” – Violette Leduc
