Re-entry by Artemis

Voices From the Land Poetry

Re-entry I have fern bits and oak leaf flakes all over my studio floor. My tarps have finally dried and my dizzy spells are subsiding. The nausea induced from stepping back across the threshold and confronting the death and dismemberment culture has stopped making me close my eyes. A last look back to a magic land like Lothlorien closing her …

Become True by Dawn Lingo

Voices From the Land Poetry

A nurse With a partner Leading the PTO? I came out to her first Over coffee Her prescription? “Go to the festival” I raced home To Google Michfest Every beautiful thread Woven into a dream Become True

In the woods the woods the woods so deep by A Nony Mouse

ssml Poetry

In the woods the woods the woods so deep women wander women matter women commune women sleep all the things the things the things we keep so not important in these woods these woods these woods so deep a collection a murder a colony of women all healers all seers all heart feelers we speak we have we were we …

Finding Her way Home by Heather Hopson

ssml Poetry

To forget was to walk alone in silence through decades of dead, brown leaves crushing them beneath thick-soled shoes Eyes shut tight with furrowed brow focused on the sound as she made her way. A child forever trudging forward never looking down. The noise was deafening yet with each footstep she grew taller and less afraid To remember was kicking …

Michfest Magic by Artemis

Voices From the Land Poetry

Michfest Magic   The dust of thousands of happy footsteps Settled broadly across fallen notes Lying quietly observed by the ring of oaks Softly rustling their pleasure   Dragonflys gathering messages Scatter our wishes and dreams Wind rises with grandmothers arms Whispering visions of peace   Laughter peals out from unexpected corners Like a fire lit Lanterns leaving Bubbles of …

Friday night, Michigan 1995 by Judith Ammar

Voices From the Land Poetry

friday night, Michigan 1995 I do not get more tired or tender than this weariness so deep that I am porous sweetness so rich discovered here always as if for the first time surrounded but never touched is too much is never enough is an ungrounded circuit sparks startle near strangers everything here sustains as nothing else sustains and yes …