Elizabeth Cunningham

Author of The Maeve Chronicles

…bear witness back, be here

frost in the night, shining at dawn, melting at noon  flowers give up the ghost on black funeral stalks I come with the clippers and cart away my dead  light […]

Pause

between summer and fall between one political convention and the other between the full blue moon and the next new moon between holiday and school between breath in, breath out […]

…Red, Magdalen, Maeve Rhuad

lying naked on a warm February night outside under a full moon, ripe for conception:  then twenty year’s labor to bring your story forth   you are still with me, and […]

The Roses are Remembered: Land Songs

June 25th marked a year since Douglas and I moved from our house in the woods to High Valley  The last time I posted here, I wrote about feeling overwhelmed […]

The Wild Edge: Pondering Succession

The sun has moved far enough to the north that early light now finds the far end of the pond. In early Fall, I’d left this spot for warm sunny […]

Correction

Watching the mists this morning, I realized that I might have gotten the clock reversed in my mind, and the mists are in fact going clockwise. Though, at the eastern […]

News from the Pond

my news: from the pondhis from the wide world beyondwe meet at breakfastI report water lilieshe reports London riots I get up these days around 6:00am and go out to […]

Stranger in a Familiar Land

Of course High Valley is familiar. My first stay was a two week stint at High Valley’s summer camp at age eleven. I was warned then to “stay away from Olga’s […]

Just saying hello

I have not posted for awhile. I have nothing–or nothing new–to say about the elections or anything else topical or current. This is just a check in for this site […]