Let’s Dance Under the Moon.

The call of the
deep blue
a dive into a place
where shadows are
but far from this
womb of our
For today,
the play of light,
the array of hues
we dream in,
that soften our
and heal what
We are called
to dance.
Let’s move in
this way,
where the watery
edges blur
and only comfort
and we are
under the
hopeful half
moon. – TSdscf5877

Rained Down Hope {poem}

Tammy T. Stone

Tammy T. Stone


I am quiet so

her invitation comes closer.

The mermaid myth moves like velvet wind in me, I must have

seen her before,

from behind, arching toward the sun at our horizon,

there she is in that one great sky-cloud, in the space between rain coming down for days.

In the rain too, of course, where she reigns without sigh or remorse, or holding back her soundless breathless mirth that waits.

She cries, O goddess in you!

from the goddess in her.

I cry back,

Thank you for being found!

Because today is a day for building worlds,

it’s too late to retroact

To mourn

To scream confusion

To bellow in your ears for compassion.

It’s too late to take the night and set it on fire and throw down the day with bloodied brushstrokes and swords that gleamed the centuries away.

Down with taking down!

So we turn to the mermaid who has been bathing her wisdom with soft feather breath these long years, encasing it with an ever-moving grace, fluid, readying it for our awakening, ready to





Hush the mountains of our rained down hope.

Tammy T. Stone

Tammy T. Stone

*This article was first published in elephant journal.