The priestesses of Dionysus frolicked with satyrs in the night, in processions lit by pine pitch torches. It’s still going on! The old myth was not about people, or, better put, it […]
The Tree People at Night: the Oldest Dance
The Garden at Night
Ah, the August Moon, with her old face above the black hills, riding clouds as she has since humans first looked up to the night. Nectarine Moon I used to walk out […]
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