occasional posts by risa aratyr
I’ve borrowed (stolen, ripped off, plagiarized) the title above from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. The mistress of confessional poetry coined the phrase in reference to another season entirely – August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. – but, for me, her … Read more The Odd Uneven Time
Mostly I come up with my own titles. Today, I’m just jumping on the bandwagon. Autumn Leaves the Elder (first to penetrate my consciousness) is the latest post from unironedman, a blog you should absolutely be reading. If you’re not yet subscribed, that italicized bit is a link, so go do yourself a favor. In … Read more Autumn Leaves #3
Marking the heart of the harvest season (in this hemisphere, at least), the autumn equinox should be our Thanksgiving holiday. That’s my contention, anyway. Apples, grapes, blackberries, beans, ‘taters-precious, summer barley all ripe for picking and reaping . . . lots to be grateful for. This is also when the Wheel turns to the dark … Read more In Lieu of a Hug