Creativity

Episode 64: Khadijah Queen

Please join us as our Tiferet Talk Interviews host Gayle Brandeis, are most honored and pleased to have award winning poet, writer, editor and teacher, Khadijah Queen. Khadijah Queen is the author of Conduit and...

Episode 60: Molly Peacock

Welcome back to Tiferet Talk! We start off the new year with our new host Gayle Brandeis. Join us  as we speak with poet and creative nonfiction writer Molly Peacock. Molly Peacock is the author...

WINTERSPACE

   St. Joseph's Abbey, Spencer MA Walking through this field among a stand of old prairie oaks on a raw December day, I taste that experience again, where my own awareness and the space over the...

EXPLORING THE DIVINE FEMININE

Some newly restored frescoes in the Catacombs of Priscilla show what many see as evidence that the early Christian church had women priests. But The Vatican quickly dismissed the claims of the Women's Ordination...

inevitable intimacy

I woke up this morning and knew I am going to write about my time in the cabin. I trust I will meet all manner of critics on my way to the end of this...

A public exhibition

Here I sit, hunched over my construction paper, gripping a crayon so tightly that it snaps in half. Arm curved protectively around the paper, so close that it curls and crimps the corners of...

Lectio Poetica: What is the Question?

“Sometimes . . . you come to a place whose only task is to trouble you with tiny but frightening requests . . .” – David Whyte Ten years ago, just three months after falling...

a path into the woods

a path into the woods the desire to make a path I can follow begins to take its form. I am in no rush to reach the river. the Virginia woods have a lightness in them the Indians were...

the pilgrim journeys

solstice song – 2013   now ride the darkness and the flame dark hair streaming sifting the darkness with starlit eyes   petals fall in this lean wind bless us with a touch of your wings bless us with wings   return to us, your arms...

The Dancer

Establishing rules for poetry is like putting the dancer in a cage. She may gain an audience but her heart grows faint.