In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Thursday, December 30, 2004

The Morning After 

Yesterday storm clouds bloomed over the valley like bouquets of black and white roses, so gigantic, gorgeous, and intense that they had no place left to go but down, their petals disintegrating into huge raindrops that soon became streams, creeks, and rivers. And the desert, so long in drought—like someone who has been without love, without embrace—could not take in this relief, at first, and the streets and sidewalks flooded. Now, morning, most of it has sunk in. The moon hangs above it all, and birds chortle in the trees.
Posted by: Kim Antieau / 12/30/2004 08:25:00 PM
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