Published in Moon Water, an Anthology by Spell Jar Press

at times opaque   at times sheer see through me always just out of reach but chase me anyway   with out me  you come undone      I alter...

The moon is up somewhere, and I am up somewhere too. Rain falls down: I down too. The peony pulses out, contracts in, pulse out,...

Dark of moon at mid-night hour, work a charm on poet’s power. Plant one tiny moon-seed crescent: cat’s shed claw sheath, humble present....

Fiddleheads, a green promise I buy at the Union Square Farmer’s Market, appearing like a dream of wholesome abundance into my lonely...

I come from a long line of mothers, stretching back and on the backs of Mothers. Both sides. My mother’s mother escaped a war zone. A...

Anastasia Kretz Honoring Our Ancestors: An Anthology by Spell Jar Press

In this family we never see each other cry, die of broken hearts, never see golden age–cancer eats us–bracken swamps in our cells,...