A yellow tulip that has been blooming for 20 years (a baby shower gift), more rows on the grey panel, and the Midwife card from Nick Bantock’s Archeo deck.
Artemis
by Beth Weaver-Kreider
How apt that now when so much is at stake for girls when women unleash the hounds of Artemis upon the ones who prey upon our young when we call out against the cruelty yearning for a more humane way that we would send this arrow moonward this rocket basket of beautiful souls into space to commune with the moon and name one of her dimples for a beloved one to show us we can be human again
I took up my bamboo shrug project today. I haven’t worked on it for a long time, so I had to figure out the pattern of stitches again, and I made two rows before I realized that I had started at the wrong point in the pattern, so I unraveled back to my starting point and got it right the second time. I love the silky softness of this yarn.
Happy National Poetry Month!
Hunger by Beth Weaver-Kreider
What are you really hungry for? –Rob Brezsny
Today I have the hunger of the crow, that is to say, ravenous for shiny, starving for the artful view of chimney tops and aerials, roof ledges, and nests high and twiggy in the sycamore, near to where the eagles feed their own insatiable young.
Today hunger resides not in my belly, round as it is with the recent birth of my cronehood, but is lodged somewhere inside my indigo eye, deeper dark even than my wings. If I could, I would consume the world with my shining eyes, filling my soul with the map of my unquenchable yearning.
Thank You for Your Attention to This Matter by Beth Weaver-Kreider
Thank you for your attention to this matter this one right over here no don’t look that way attend please to this particular matter to which I am currently bringing your attention so that you are looking away when I am over here putting my hand in the cookie jar taking away your money and your health insurance to give to my billionaire buddies who bought me this gig
Thank you for attending to this meaningless prattle THIS ALL CAPS RANTING this twittering gabble while I am busy redacting my name from these files which I said did not exist but which do unfortunately exist and in which my name may or may not appear once or twice or hundreds of times
Thank you for your attention which I will direct here to these people I hate and I want you to hate to these I call garbage and piggies to these stupid women these stupid humans doing their stupid human tricks so you will not look at my bigotry at how stupid I am becoming how wit-addled at how my incompetence daily compounds
Wait. You don’t agree with me about the immigrants? Then attend here to my tariffs the greatest tariffs I tell you for your own good your attention please look over here so you do not see boats exploding in the ocean men in the water clinging to debris just before your military drones rain death upon them
Attention Attention Thank you for your attention to this matter
Here is the last daily poem of November. Every year I think I get a little stronger. This year I’m less desperate for the month to end, more confident in what I’ve written.
Morning Meditation by Beth Weaver-Kreider
Let today be what it wants to be Let tomorrow be a seed you store in the intricately carved box of your heart Let yesterday be the distant sound of a train whistle in the dawn
Sit in your quiet place Hear the rustling voices of yesterday Feel the growing light of tomorrow on your open palms, on your closed eyelids Breathe in the memory of what was, and the awareness of what will be
Then put on this moment like a warm sweater handmade in a joyful collaboration between your grandparents and the grandchildren of everyone you’ve ever shown kindness to and know that you belong to this moment.
Gratitude List: 1. This moment 2. That moment that was 3. The moment that will be 4. The ancestors 5. Those who are to come May we walk in Beauty!
I posted yesterday’s poem in a rush, just on IG and FB. Here is today’s.
Sunny November Day by Beth Weaver-Kreider
time winds through this fine afternoon the shine of sun dismissing the gray of days of dark and rain the line of trees on the ridge quietly stark in their autumn nakedness making lines of shadow rows of tree-selves cloned sliding down the hillside marking the memory of themselves marching through time’s steady and inexorable unwinding
Gratitude List: 1. Ugali-making (and eating) with the fam 2. Sunshine in November 3. Laughing with people 4. Being in a body–sensory experience 5. Being unsettled–it moves me forward, won’t let me get too arrogant in my positioning May we walk in Beauty!
Sometimes it takes a lot of reworking and re-arranging, and cutting up phrases to fit to other phrases. This one was almost too easy. I like how it fell together, so I am not going to tug and pull at it for a few more days. I think it’s done. Great Gratitude to all the Facebook Friends who submitted phrases!
Funny, Isn’t It? a Facebook Crowd-sourced Poem by Beth Weaver-Kreider
We had been in camp for three months. In the very middle of the front row, his bony hands clasped in front of him: “That’s why everyone hates each other nowadays— I guess poor guys dont get kissed on the lips.” My stomach drops at the muffled sound of glass breaking. Since when do men care about such things? This is a dangerous time for you.
We have to confront each of our shadow aspects. I was in the habit of considering that etheric little bone defying the course of the waters, but the crucial bit of magic was to keep your focus on every angle of a question. I had decided to build and not destroy, start with the strongest sensation. I didn’t expect it to look so wild.
Learn from those far away and long ago. In many spiritual traditions, sin does not exist. A nation where you can’t ask questions is one that is going downhill. Atonement is unnecessary, since dreams bring guidance from the well of Being. Firebrands ask questions, and I would say she is everything. Her job took on a new shimmering significance. Funny, isn’t it? How it all comes around.
Sources: Adichie, Chimamanda Ngozi. Dream Count. Alexie, Sherman. The Absolutely True Diary of A Part-time Indian. Barbery. Muriel. The Elegance of the Hedgehog Callahan, Patti. Once Upon a Wardrobe. Genet, Katherine . The Gathering. Haig, Matt. The Life Impossible. Haig, Matt. The Midnight Library. Harpman, Jaqueline . I Who Have Never Known Men. Helminski, Camille Hamilton Adams. The Way of Mary. King, Karen L. The Gospel of Mary of Magdala. Kinney, Wallis. A Dark and Secret Magic. Klein, Gerda Weissman. All but My Life. Lee, Min Jin. Pachinko. Menakem, Resmaa. My Grandmother’s Hands. Myss, Caroline. Sacred Contracts. Patchett, Ann. Tom Lake. Quinn, Kate. The Briar Club Reichel, Hanna. For Such a Time As This: An Emergency Devotional Rowling, JK. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Shaw, Martin. Scatterlings. Winspear, Jacqueline. The Comfort of Ghosts.
Gratitude List: 1. Playing with words 2. Being on Break! 3. How hard the guitarists and singer worked this morning to prepare for their performance at Grandfriends’ Day 4. Getting things done (this is a recurring gratitude for me–I think it’s about my tendency to procrastinate, so it feels especially soul-cleansing to have a list of things I have accomplished.) 5. Anticipating time with Beloveds May we walk in Beauty!
Today, I am trying my hand at a skinny, a poetic form crafted by Truth Thomas. Eleven lines. Lines one and eleven are any length, using all the same words (11 usually is a scramble of 1). All the other lines are one word each, and lines 2, 6, and 10 are the same word. I started this one, thinking it would take the startling turn of my mother’s original phrasing, but it got a little defiantly dark at the end.
Pile Up a skinny by Beth Weaver-Kreider “Some days just pile up with good things.” —my mother
Some days just pile up with good things even when it’s gray even when the sun even with good days some things just pile up
Gratitudes: 1. Break begins tomorrow 2. This little set of Advent candles 3. Drinking water from my mother’s barley ware 4. When I read a poem that seems to be meant for my moment 5. Big warm sweaters May we walk in Beauty!
For tonight’s poem, I asked randomwordgenerator.com to give me six words. Here they are: memorial, pin, pause, sight, patient, snuggle. The rule is to use all six in a poem.
Doorway Between What Was & What Will Be by Beth Weaver-Kreider
Yes, I will be patient although I am ready and more than ready to pin down the echo to leap the chasm I’ll pause with the dream only just out of sight to snuggle the ghost of the past before I race to make a memorial of the ashes and dust of what once was
Gratitude List: 1. Carli’s piano music this morning 2. Sunshine! 3. Reading tarot for thoughtful and wise women 4. The artfulness of paper wasps 5. That coconut and chocolate cookie May we walk in Beauty!
When I feel my brain turning off, and I still have a poem to write, I decide I’ll go experimental and pull a found poem out of a magazine.
Found Tanka by Beth Weaver-Kreider (found in Oct 2025 Anabaptist World)
people went dancing we stayed home, riveted by borrowed refusals honoring evolving lives to radical transitions
Gratitude List: 1. Grades are submitted for the first Trimester! And it isn’t even 2 am the night before they’re due! 2. Warm shower on a chilly night 3. Anticipating the elder child coming home for the holiday 4. Book Club–such fine, wise women 5. I’m sleeping really well lately. Maybe it’s because it’s new moon May we walk in Beauty!
Mockingbird Chronicles 