The Cape Cod Poetry Review

The Cape Cod Cod Poetry Review publication party is happening tomorrow night (Saturday). At 6pm Kathleen Healy will be there singing Christmas tunes for our holiday art show. At 7pm, host John Bonanni will emcee the evening of poetry. Copies of the literary journal will be for sale for only $10, down from the $12 price you would pay at local bookstores.

Thankfully, I am better! There will be appetizers, mulled cider, a potluck and the entertainment for a lovely evening!

The show was mentioned in the Barnstable Patriot. Angela Bilsky who did a load of work for the show wasn't mentioned, so kudos to her and all the volunteers who made this show such a success!! http://www.barnstablepatriot.com/home2/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=31493&Itemid=34

Head in the Clouds, Feet on the Ground

I'm STILL not convinced that I have chickenpox. The world is so vastly complex. How many viruses on the planet? And I'm just supposed to accept I have some run-of-the-mill children's virus, like people with shingles are swarming the libraries and aisles of Stop and Shop. Now, I know we have our share of elderly, but how likely is it that some shingles-ravaged geriatric coughed in my face and some little viral bug leaped into my mouth, or my hair and then wrestled my immune system to the point of exhaustion?

On the other hand, how many dangerous chemicals are there in the world that could be the culprit behind a plague-like outbreak of hives...(that pus and scab over)? Probably hundreds, if not thousands of near-lethal combinations of chemicals make their way into pre-packaged foods and puffy pastries all across the world every day. And how many outbreaks caused by chemical-laced foods are "suspicious for chickenpox"? (Stamp.) Next!

Just because I got trapped in a weir, doesn't make me a fish. Maybe I'm a oyster or a crustacean. I'm getting a test which will be definitive. Unless of course it comes back positive, in which case I'm apt to contest it.

I was prescribed an antihistamine for the rash, but it's an anti-anxiety medication. An anti-axiety pill for chicken pox??? For real! While it feels like a mental vacation, I seem virtually incapable of being upset, but my head is floating around in the clouds. It's fun to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there. It seems a lot of medication has this effect on people, while there are thousands of herbs that give people a very grounded feeling while helping manage anxiety, or blood pressure, cholesterol, blood sugar, or many other ailments for that matter without blurry vision, dizziness, or the feeling of floating in space. I love my feet in the mossy earth, burrowing beetles, red worms, termites and all. *** Update...okay, I had chickenpox after all. What a doozy!

Drawing Fuchsia Lines for Poinsettia

by Pandora Peoples

Stuffing straw in a basement
Has her waxing poetic about scarecrows,
There's no time or place
For little lacy shoes
But mama bear's gnarling her teeth again,
There's no waterworks now,
It's nearing December,
The sky is black as the Kalua
In papa bear's glass tumbler,
It's nearing December
The air is dry like a mathematician's
Ghost, drawing parables in the sky
For the Norse Gods.

Mama's God is turning into a fat uterine lining,
There are crystals coalescing in odd places,
Golden dreams of lighthouses
And walking on gelatinous water,
Laughter and the pit-pat of invisible feet
Don't go unnoticed in the kitchen,
Suddenly there are elaborate meals,
Opened cookbooks strewn across the counters.

There are names to write
On stockings that aren't there,
Chocolate and shopping aren't destinations
On a voyage that has a direct path under stars,
The ship is full sail
And the course is set,
Through the eons of starlit miraculous unknowns,
Delicious meals and storybooks
Punctuate the hours
Gliding forward
Rising and falling,
On the breath of the vast Ocean.

The Deer Hawk Sweat Lodge

We held a traditional sweat lodge ceremony last night. Donna Wood Eaton was the facilitator. As soon as I made an offering to Donna in request of the ceremony, it felt like an engine was turning a wheel closer to the special day. The spirit guides and ancestors* of those who would attend were helping us in the dream worlds to prepare for the event. The swan-diving winged beings of white light and the indigo ancestors were dancing for whole week before the ceremony began.

The Stone People are the grandparents. Each asks to be involved in the ceremony. Each woman is asked to listen to the stones, and waits in line to deliver the grandparent to the fire. My stones each identified themselves this way, "Heart", "Mica", "Alabaster", and then the last one that talked really loudly to me in a deep man's voice. "I wanna come. You have to take me. I belong in there." The face of this grandfather rock was a large orange-red rectangle. He seemed to be smiling.

The hooting owl, the soaring hawks, and the gentle deer brought us messages to guide the ceremony. I was honored to lay the skull of the buffalo on the spirit trail with our intentions. How alive the bones of the buffalo were! Quart rocks were also placed. The crystal energy was very strong.

The 'placentas' of the womb-like cave glowed red, sparkling like stars. A crack in the cosmic egg burst. Out of the galactic center, the copal smoke rose inside the circle and carried my spirit up into the trees of the Colombian Andes.

As part of part of my rebirth, I began wearing Invisilign again. After the lodge, my teeth have magically shifted, and are looking much straighter already.

And I am looking forward to my training as a deejay/radio host! I wonder if Winter will herald opportunities to be a sub for the various programs. My spirit is so eager to learn these new skills.

Broadcasting from the Middle of the Atlantic and Eating Words

Venturing to P-Town for a conversation with the delightful Ms. Dr. of Talking Back, Paula Sperry, was a delightful experience. A peek into the land of the disembodied voices, was a bit dream-like, which is compounded by the fact that being in amid the stacks of wondrous brightly-lit CDS feels like a salty-aired summerland high above the ocean waves. This lighthouse dream cave of the imagination sent me into an out-of-body experience. Yes, I met my version of heaven, with a water cooler and everything.

It was an experience to relish like polka-flavored keeshka, to savor like pierogi from the Old Country, to slurp like a bowl of red borscht. Yes, I need a beer.

In the Abstract

Watch the promo for my new TV show, Cape Codified! on Channel 99 on Cape Cod!

Behind the Band TV

Returning to one's roots is pretty invigorating. This week, when I close my eyes everything turns into a beautiful abstract painting, well with the right ambiance. Co-curating this art show with Sarah Holl which features talented artists and great works has got me thinking about a return to painting. My dad was an artist model, and I spent time around excellent oil painters as a child, and enjoyed going to art shows quite early on. I recall the smell of paint fumes, passionate artists with bushy furrowed eyebrows and pensive Aristotle eyes, and laughter. My mom and her friends would take me to museums: The J. Paul Getty Villa, the Norton Simon, the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, and the Museum of Contemporary Art.

At age ten I was studying sonnets and spending hours in museums staring at works of Matisse, Monet, Renoir, Degas, Waterhouse, Alma Tadema, Diego Rivera, Reuter, Rembrandt, Rodin, Jean-Baptiste Pater, Molenaer, Toulouse-Lautrec, Manet, Luca Giordano, Rubens. I would bring a pad of paper and take notes from a cushioned bench, or standing a foot away from the work, examining its texture. I tried to remember every detail with my eyes, capturing its essence with my heart. Later, I made poetic attempts to capture the essence of a Matisse odalisque in words.

My mom had a cherry wood bookshelf that belonged to her grandparents. It had glass doors that lifted like the doors of a Ferrari. It was a special bookshelf because it had fallen out of a pickup truck my parents borrowed on their first move together. They didn't have rope to tie the thing down. I guess they were pretty eager to get where they were going. It was the kind of story they would tell together, finishing each others sentences. The kind you ask them to tell over and over because you want to see if a new detail will emerge, that you can savor. And you like the way they rub each others backs or grab each others hands as they recount their old tale in fits of laughter. In actuality, their story may have only been ten years old, but it seems like another life, because it was a time before you existed, and because their eyes don't always twinkle and they don't always giggle in the middle of the day.

My dad had put the bookcase back together after it had hit the pavement on a busy boulevard, but the hinges were tricky. I always admired my mother for her fragile strength and the way she magically put everything back together in one piece, including me. And she still does every now and then. I was so proud of the way she slid those glass doors open and closed. Out. Up. In. There. And she'd smile and hold my gaze, knowing that I too could learn to do it seamlessly. But I just wanted to watch her graceful hands. I was so proud of the way she took such great care with everything she touched. I loved to hear her stories over and over again. I was in awe of her reverent touch as she relished her treasured bookcase and its contents.

Inside, were her art books, Kay Nielson, Maxfield Parish, Salvador Dali, Boticelli...She was particularly fond of her Georgia O'Keefe books, with large pages of cow skulls and Jimsonweed flowers. I loved to ask her questions, entreating her, "Why do you like these skulls?" She would wax poetic about her art books, caressing the spines and torn jackets on their covers tenderly, like they were the works of her dear friends or ancestors. She would get teary eyed, as if she was 'winding grooves in her Joni Mitchell album' to quote an old teacher pen-pal of mine Greg Kahn. She would often play music and weep. And I would say, "don't be sad". "This song makes me happy." Why does happiness look so sad, I thought. Now, I know, or don't know, but I am the one crying on the floor in tadasana, with my hands tucked between my knees.

This was one of those songs... ***

My show with Linda Sandhu on Profile went great! It will stream on http://mysaccestv.com by Friday night!

Goddess Aeval

Celtic Fairy Goddess Aeval with painter Cindy Sauers by Pandora Peoples

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With delicious root brews including roasted dandelion, sarsaparilla, licorice, don quai and bupleurum, you can only feel ten times stronger. Before there was black tea, there was every other kind of tea you can imagine.

Traverse the snow-capped mountains in China at breakfast!

Black and green tea have cast long lasting shadows, obscuring view of the many delicious plants and formulations with medicinal properties that belong to Traditional Chinese Medicine, Traditional Ayurvedic Medicine, and other long standing herbal healing systems.

Revel in the sun-kissed jungles of India at lunch!

Too many people pass on herbal tea because they do not like chamomile and peppermint, unaware of the thousands of herbs used in the treatment of conditions ranging from back aches to cancer, found in every culture across the planet. Even European settlers in America had extensive herb gardens and knowledge of their properties and uses. Hey, what the heck happened?

Have a little rainforest in your cup, today!

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Destination: Colorado Rockies

The Call of the Mountains
by Pandora Peoples

I have heard tell
That elk on your porch in the morning
Is a fertility omen,
And that mountains are capable
Of enlisting the service of wombs,
To carry the progeny of elemental beings
Who are keepers of ancient knowledge,
And stewards of the sacred lands.

I have this urge to hike up skirt
And walk due west,
Through bogs and swamps,
Until the soles of my feet have teeth
Like alligators which bare no grief,
Until weak-wading through the backyards
Of my Appalachian kinfolk ceases
And they push me
With throaty whispers for my soul to keep.

The fire in my belly burns fierce,
Shadows play with my fear like Today’s Special,
Wolf in my jaw
Pounces on some unhealthy attitude,
Drains it of blood.
With alarm I awake to my self
A Mastodon in my ribs,
Fish dares me to take an unbridled breathe.
The musky nectar of the black morning
Intoxicates every cell of my sojourning body.

I will walk the Trail of Tears
And sleep in the fields of forgotten nightmares,
Where the rubble of homesteaders grows thick with weeds.
I will listen to the ghosts of passenger trains,
Confront the battles of medicine men
Taking up arms,
And in the flickering fire of my camp before day break,
With one eye open on tomorrow,
I will touch the hands of yesterday's heroes,
Whose voices chug like engines,
Whose stories pierce like whistles,
Who punctuate my dreams with their chants,
And I will awake with the taste of tobacco in my mouth
With the sweet smell of burnt sweet grass lingering
In the chilling first light.


Up through wooded hills,
Down into moist valleys,
Shin-deep in ponderosa pine needles,
I will wash in trickling streams
Munching on rose hips,
Shavegrass and the new shoots of tender ferns,
Falcons and eagles will check in on me
From time to time
And crows will steer me away from falling rocks


I will breathe in the desert sage,
And I will light a token fire in the sand,
An offering to the bright constellations
Pulsating with life from light years away.
The fullness of my being
Will shed into the cool, smooth earth,
Fertilizing a blooming cactus nearby
With my uterine silver lining.


I will march through cornfields,
Lounge under cottonwoods,
Meander over willows leaning into lakes,
Grope through groves of Maples at midnight,
And when I reach where the Pinyon Pine
Meets the alpine tundra,
I will climb that tree
Like a koala bear,
And perching in the top branches,
I will sing
To the eerie mating calls of the elk

Lifting the Veil

Surely Mother Nature is playing with us, for it was a sunny 65 degrees mid-October in New England! Autumn is a time for transformation, balance, and visits from the family, especially the dead ones. The Japanese Obon Festival, south American El Dia De Los Muertos, Chinese Chung Yeung Festival, Celtic Samhain, Korean Chuseok, Haitian Gede, and Hindu Pitru Paksha, each celebrates the ancestors in the Autumn months, believing that they walk among us.

There's nothing more irritating for a deceased family member than not to be remembered at this time. So, if any of your loved ones were prone to making you feel guilty about missing birthdays and holidays, now is the time to pick up a candle and put it in the window to welcome them in.

Sharing your gratitude, memories, and a stiff drink will bring them great joy. But, maybe in the reverse order, if talking to ghosts isn't something you normally do socially. Remember they are thirsty. It's been a lotta clean living in the afterlife. They may not be physically able to consume it, but they don't know that, and I hope you're not the one to break it to them.

Extra Credit:
* Ask for a dream communication from your beloved departed
* Say a prayer or blessing for friends over photos
* Go to a body of water at night & thank your deceased muses
* Make your mantel or coffee table into a multi-use altar
* Offer your muses a poem or song
* Join a local celebration (there is power in numbers)

My Upcoming Events:

* Mind-Body-Soul Connections lecture Healthy Living Magazine Expo Upper Tech Regional Bourne, MA Saturday October 2oth 2pm

* Witches Cotillion readings & vending Elks Lodge Hudson, MA Saturday October 20th 7pm

*Paranormal Encounters 2 New Church Yarmouth Port, MA Saturday October 27th 3pm

*Sound Healing Journey with Carl Freeman
Dennis, MA
Monday October 29th 8:30pm


* All Souls Day
First Parish Brewster Cemetery
Thursday November 1st 6pm

Channeling the Inner Warrior

Ladies, you may be channeling your Inner Warrior without knowing it, 'cuz your battle cries and bone-gnawing power struggles are followed by the consumption of a large bag of cheese curls or tears shed over leather-bound family photo albums. A sudden upwelling of anger may be indicative of the need to create necessary change, not of being emotionally volatile, just as a sudden wave of sadness may indicate loss and grief you need to fully process, not hysteria, bad humors or what today they call a chemical imbalance.

What I call, Menstrual Awareness Detox or M.A.D, is the hyper-sensitivity currently labeled P.M.S.. Emotional purging of the nervous system, clears out tension and emotions built up over the month, just as sloughing clears out the uterine lining that has built up. We can thank evolution for our cyclical nature. Moodiness is next to Godliness. With the righteous indignation of PMS Phenomenon and the power and determination of birthing women, is it any wonder that in ancient Greece, Athens was named for Pallas Athena? Goddess Victoria's visage graced the primary currency.

Ever felt independent, needy, horny, and anxious all at the very same couple of minutes? Yes? Now that you realize that you are Emotional-Multitasking, do you reign in your emotions and restore balance or ride out the waves? Tuvan throat singers of Siberia sing four tunes at one time, and although it is not always pretty, it is a spiritual experience.

During PMS, you may evoke your inner Warrior goddess. You may enjoy the sound of snapping pencils as much as chirping birds. However, during your moontime, you may have vivid dreams and visions, creative bursts of inspiration and have lightening bolt revelations. The hyper-awareness is worth the descent into ordinary madness, in which you may channel the Jukebox of Cosmic Consciousness.

Place Warrior Goddesses on the office mini-fridge or your inside your gym locker. Celtic Maeve, Roman Minerva, Norse Freyja, and Babylonian Ishtar who were called upon to maintain peace, defend boundaries and win battles. Those pictures might help you win the favor of a managerial Vulture Goddess or inspire an attorney-at-law Blood Rites Goddess to come to your aid when you need help.

October Soup and Fried Oils Tangent

Soup is the best food for cold months. It provides liquid in months we tend to drink less water. Our digestion slows down when the the skies are cloudy, our houses are damp, the ground is wet and there is a chill in the air. At this time, we digest cooked foods more effectively. Soups tend to pack more herbs and vegetables into our diet. Common spices such as parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, cumin, turmeric, ginger, oregano, marjoram, dill, cinnamon, basil, have amazing and potent healing properties, which if consumed liberally improves overall health and prevent illness. So, if you are wondering what to put in your soup this fall, just think..."Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme".

A chart for your refrigerator is a handy reference. We tend to ignore colds, and respond more seriously to influenza. But the truth is, an untreated cold today, paves the way for later illness. We never fully recuperate from untreated illness, because our body has lost Vital Force, that we are not assisting to regenerate. Sleeping sufficient hours. Eating healthy foods. Treating Colds, Allergies, and Flus with herbs. These are tools that prevent illness, and underlying imbalance in the twelve systems of the body. [This website is for entertainment purposes only. None of the information contained within this post or blog is intended to diagnose, prevent or cure illness. Always talk to your physician before taking any herbal treatment or using any alternative approach.]

Enjoy the following chart:

PARSLEY - DIURETIC, EDEMA, PREVENTS KIDNEY & GALL STONES,
CAYENNE - PAIN RELIEF, ANTI-INFLAMMATORY, SORE THROAT, SPASMS,
CILANTRO - CHELATION THERAPY, REDUCES HEAVY METAL TOXICITY,
CORIANDER - INDIGESTION, GAS,
SAGE - ANTI-AGING, PAIN RELIEF, ANTI-TUMOR,
ROSEMARY - ANTI-TUMOR, RADIATION SICKNESS, BRUISES, PAIN RELIEF,
THYME - ANTISEPTIC, FEVER, COLDS & FLU, INFECTION,
CUMIN - INDIGESTION, GAS, COLIC,
TURMERIC - COLDS & FLUS, ANTI-TUMER, BURNS FAT,
OREGANO - ANTI-AGING, COLDS,
MARJORAM - ANTI-AGING, COLDS,
DILL - SALT SUBSTITUTE, INCREASES BREAST MILK,
CINNAMON - HELPS DIABETES, INCREASES CIRCULATION, INDIGESTION,
BASIL - DIAPHORETIC, FEVER, ACNE, IMPROVES SKIN QUALITY,
CAROB - COLIC, MALE FERTILITY, BRAIN CANCER PREVENTATIVE,
GINGER - INDIGESTION, IMPROVES CIRCULATION, FEVER, ACNE,
FENUGREEK - MALE LIBIDO, BREAST MILK, PURGES TOXINS, FEVER,
FENNEL- INDIGESTION, INCREASES BREAST MILK,
CLOVE- RELIEVES TOOTHACHE, CALMS STOMACH, GAS,
CARAWAY- GAS & INDIGESTION

Oily fried foods aren't great for your blood, kidneys or skin. Fried foods can be a contributing factor in acne, blocked glands, inflammation, and kidney infection. Not oils are created equal either. Avocado, raw nuts, flax seeds, evening primrose oil, coconut oil and olive oil are far superior to soybean (GMO) oil, palm (kernel) oil, and vegetable oil.

All cooked oils can cause imbalance in the body. Olive oil becomes unhealthful to the body after five minutes of cooking. It looses it's antioxidant effect after this time. To increase the life of olive oil, add garlic or onions for another fifteen minutes of cooking time without giving your oil a deleterious effect. The best oil is a raw oil, and therefor, by adding oil at the end of the cooking, you improve the health value of the meal.
(In fact, if you are a meat eater, the bacon, lamb, ground beef, and whole chicken legs you cook have plenty of fat to provide oil for your cooking. Add a couple tablespoons of water to provide a little moisture, and cover your pan with a lid to prevent the evaporation of the oil.)