Fox She: a poem reflecting The Fox Woman storytelling by Martin Shaw

Black Ven/ December 23, 2016/ meditation, poem, poetry/ 0 comments

A poem in response to a telling by Martin Shaw, of The Fox Woman. I loved the story back in April, but I’m only now hoping to study it in more depth. After one year present at the School of Myth the real work begins!   Fox She   In the deep forest Lonely, Tall trees behold Truth Holy.  

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Field recording #1

Black Ven/ June 10, 2016/ meditation, poem, poetry/ 0 comments

field recording#1 Evidence vole carcass perfect laid thrush wraith feathers splayed vibrating frequencies heaving harmonies only immortals see  beyond boundaries -sleight augury! such oracles, We.