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I used this journey one night when I had trouble sleeping. Moving backwards in time and being held in the protective and loving embrace of every mother before gave me the gift of sweet sleep. Reflecting on the journey afterwards, a visual of the matryoshka doll emerged.
like butterfly wings that gently gather
then flutter to dust off the tenacious detail and pricks of the day
i fold into myself
then curl me inside the wings of the mother to release
to the dream of assurance, compassion, and peace
i am held in this refuge by mother
when next i see the arms of the one who birthed her
circle and embrace my holder, my mother
then the one who comes even before her swaddles us both
followed by cradler nested in the grand mother before
and she who is held
inside the arms of Mother Heartbeat holds her daughters against her great body
we are embraced, we all
seraph embraces angel tied to butterfly, wound to womb
then Grandmother Wisdom emerges to enclose we all
in protection, understanding and infinite love
mother womb inside mother womb
all down the lineage we are held, one another inside ourselves
and she, Great Grandmother Sky
is held in the heart of our Great Cosmic Mother
and within all these mothers’ arms i am attached
we are invisibly connected
in indivisible
sacred embrace
leaving me to float in Mother Moon’s halo
of grand sleeping dreams

MoonPath by Diane Lee Moomey. See more of her incredible art at http://dianeleemoomeyart.com/
hard boiled points
roil in my bed of restless turns
scrape off bits of shell stuck to the
membrane of a sleepless night
my soft boiled brain comes to a head
of hard conclusions
cracked, like a concussion
fried-egg eyes greet my morning
ringed with the iron blue like muted embryos
tired eggs
over-scrambled
left cold in the pan
of my departed bed

Draft of Memory by Ginger Slonaker
See more of her work at http://www.gingerslonaker.com/
thread a needle through my head
pull it taught
flatline the electric thoughts
murder of crows
flock of night birds
form the shape of an arrow pointing
at nothing
they disburse and reform into a new book
a revised chapter to re-read
re-finish the novella with a variation on the ending
stop it
before frankenstein finds me and sews a different head on my neck
starts a whole new story to edit
with a deadline like a broken thread
lost in my brain, open ended
bats flee the bat cave
scatter like centrifugal drops
before i can finally flutter into sleep
just before sunrise

Disjointed Mona Lisa by Ginger Slonaker
see more of her amazing art at: http://www.gingerslonaker.com/