Pandemic Poetry

Spoken Word of Waxing Moon, Waning Year: Happy New Year

Publishing for a Change, LLC presents Gail Dickert, author of #RecoveryInRealTime as she shares her trauma-informed rants about how ecological identity and trauma/grief work can transform our planet.

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It felt more natural to end the year with the poem in spoken word form… I didn’t put anything in my hair today, no make-up. Just some words that summarize what I hope we can all find as we enter the new year, trauma-informed and reflecting the hope of a waxing moon.

You can read the text of the poem here.

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Pandemic Poetry: Waxing Moon, Waning Year

Pandemic Poetry: Waxing Moon, Waning Year

To breathe in this waxing love of light and shadow, I decide that I cannot be defined by the pandemic, the people who left, the monsters that still lurk, the witches that turned their backs, or the close calls with cliff-etched memories.

I am the moon.

And she is not at war with me.

I am not in search of her.

Reflect the waxing moon.

Goodbye to the waning year.