I founded a new poetry zine today, MockingHeart Review. I blame the Blood Moon.
Month: September 2015
“There is enough milk in my breasts for you, my glass infant.”
Last night’s dream was powerful and wonderful. I had a baby boy, an infant, with thick black hair. I was trying to get him to nurse for the first time, but he couldn’t latch onto my nipple. We thought we would have to get bottles and formula but my deceased mother came to me and said, “Try again.” I thought maybe I didn’t have milk in my breasts, but maybe I did. In the dream, I tried so many different positions to feed that baby. I even tried getting him to latch upside down. I woke up at that point and immediately sensed it was my creative life (the hungry infant) that I needed to feed, however possible. The dream was enlightening and not disturbing.
I am honoring my creative self by re-ordering, re-positioning myself to feed the hungry Writing Life that has been nearly starved over the past year and a half of mourning and Limbo. My determination to nurture new creation is palpable. I may be too old for a baby but I will birth a second book.
The title of this post, “There is enough milk in my breasts for you, my glass infant,” is a line from a poem I am working on. Thank you for reading.
Clare
Holy Glow
I am pleased to announce
Happy to share this energizing news that I am writing a second book. The manuscript is titled “Seek the Holy Dark,” titled after my poem which can be read here: the blue collection 5: collaboration (Winter 2014 / 14.24)
Thanks to Sam Rasnake for inviting me to the collaborative project and to Jo Ann Tomaselli for the inspiration for the poem.