Starmoth Press

a diary of words, paper and other ephemeral things

Tag: writers

  • Angst

    I know you’re upset

    But here

    I carved a space

    In my heart

    Meet me there 

    We’ll have tea

    Not too strong 

    So we can still 

    go to bed early

    We’ll talk about the 

    meaning of 

    Our matching fingerprints

    You scribble tears on your face

    With blue crayon

    They fall, rain from your cheeks

    Splash into your cup

    Allow me to drink it for you

    It’s been long enough

    You don’t have to do this alone

    “Wolf turn”

    Episode five of the podcast Living Practice is live 💕 catch it here or find it on your favorite podcast platform.

  • What remains

    Bald eagle

    circles with

    two vultures

    tending to death

    like the

    carcass of a deer

    or the

    decay of a nation

  • water me

    threads of being 

    curl through every cell

    of this body

    arms   chest    heart

    opening like a flower

    crying nectar at the 

         sunrise

    penetration of light

    both

         pleasure and

              pain

  • will you accept this payment

    tended the garden of this mind

    brains weren’t  extraordinary

    I cling to the title:

    gifted

    press the label onto my shirt

    hand lingers above my breast

    delusion

    the tag tied round my toe in the morgue

    it’s all I ever was…until, you know

    I wasn‘t

    plummeting grades, marks don’t matter

    blackout nights, herded by strangers

    bra stuffed with money

    and tear-stained fights

    this body became

    the sacrifice;

    payment on the altar of

    expectation

    color me surprised

    you roll your eyes

    not impressed

    tell me this

    is it enough yet?

  • where do you see reflections of yourself?

    Feet pull me out the door

    And wind runs fingers

    through my hair

    It’s familiar:

    this soft, electric air

    between the storms

    Damp earth sinks beneath me

    I fall into lush moss

    and vibrant greens

    alive with rain

    I see myself here

    reflected back

    by tree roots

    and budding leaves

    There is family here

    in heavy water drops

    and curious bird eyes

  • New this week

    The Tarot Diaries segment on the four of cups is now live. Swipe through the photos for previews of what I dive into 💚

    Read more at Contemplative Creativity

    Below is my sticker design for Care Mail Club. Sign ups are $11 to receive a sticker, zine and original artwork…and sometimes extra goodies 😜 check it out on my ko-fi.

    The sticker shone below was from last month’s club mail. it’s available for $3 on ko-fi.

    The zine I made for The Glitch Witch’s zine quest
    My book is now available for purchase here on Ingram Spark, or you can find it (and the ebook version) on Amazon and B&N.

  • I see it in the pieces and in the whole

    I made this new insert for my travelers notebook from old sketchbook pages
    It feels strange to be working in this cover but on a different type of paper. But I am enjoying the playfulness
    When I look at them completed I don’t recognize where I made certain decisions. And new information comes forward from the wholeness of the piece

  • Where I find the sacred

    Reading “Ordinary Mysticism” by Mirabai Starr

    I find the presence of the sacred hidden in my aching bones when I have to push myself a little farther past my comfort zone. I am reminded I am alive.

    I find the presence of the sacred as I walk, an obligation, yes…but also a gift. I move on familiar paths and marvel that I came together as this particular collection of cells, at least for now.

    I also feel the sacred flowing through tingling fingers as I create. It is an openness that simply keeps me moving.

    I feel the sacred in the hard moments, but also in the soft. Like asking the kids about how their day was, laying down for a daily nap because I respect this body enough to know rest is vital.

    Although I can feel imperfect on my path, ultimately I believe the sacred meets me in the trying. I am forever in a state of reaching toward the unknowable mystery: my fingers imagine grasping the hem of its cloak…but remember that not knowing is beauty too. I breathe, my chest rises. the day is promising but also cold. I have shelter and warmth and unending love, even if only for this brief moment.

    “Numinous” mini collage

    For more writing on where I meet the sacred, check out my recent essay in Fieldwren Journal: available here

    I just started it, but go grab a copy of “Ordinary Mysticism: Your Life as Sacred Ground” by Mirabai Starr. Let me know what you think.

  • The little notebook joy continues

    More pages from the notebook obtained from the record shop. They are created by Half Hazard Press, and I found them in a new (to me) record shop I was perusing. I also got a Uriah Heap album, titled Demons and Wizards. It was a bold choice considering I had never heard of them but for $9 and a title like that who could resist. We recently pulled out the record player tucked away in a closet, in the hopes that more music enjoyment can be had together.

    I am leaning toward this piece as the sticker design for this month’s mail club.

    I am mulling over the idea of how to approach the zine for this month. I am proud of my ability to create a zine each month thus far, as well as figuring out the format to print it within Canva. You can sign up for mail club on my here.

    My poetry collection is taking its final shape, I’m settled at between 30-40 poems. I am looking at setting the container to make the corresponding collages. If anyone has any experience self-publishing a book outside of Amazon’s service with text and full color images, please let me know.

    A new essay for The Tarot Diaries will be on Substack later today.

  • The Tarot Diaries: Temperance

    Read the essay