Judy Grahn

“I'm not a girl. I'm a hatchet”

Judy Grahn

“Paris and HelenHe called her: golden dawnShe called him: the wind whistlesHe called her: heart of the skyShe called him: message bringerHe called her: mother of pearl barley woman, rice provider, millet basket, corn maid, flax princess, all-maker, weefShe called him: fawn, roebuck, stag, courage, thunderman, all-in-green, mountain strider keeper of forests, my-love-ridesHe called her: the tree isShe called him: bird dancingHe called her: who stands, has stood, will always standShe called him: arriverHe called her: the heart and the womb are similarShe called him: arrow in my heart.”

Judy Grahn

“Here, the sea strains to climb up on the landand the wind blows dust in a single direction.The trees bend themselves all one wayand volcanoes explode oftenWhy is this? Many years backa woman of strong purposepassed through this sectionand everything else tried to follow.”

Judy Grahn

“She figured out that the only way  to keep from being frozen was to  stay in motion, and long ago converted  most of her flesh into liquid. Now when she  smells danger, she spills herself all over,  like gasoline, and lights it.  ”

Judy Grahn

“I'm not a girl. I'm a hatchet”

“Here, the sea strains to climb up on the landand the wind blows dust in a single direction.The trees bend themselves all one wayand volcanoes explode oftenWhy is this? Many years backa woman of strong purposepassed through this sectionand everything else tried to follow.”

“She figured out that the only way to keep from being frozen was to stay in motion, and long ago converted most of her flesh into liquid. Now when she smells danger, she spills herself all over, like gasoline, and lights it. ”

“She figured out that the only way  to keep from being frozen was to  stay in motion, and long ago converted  most of her flesh into liquid. Now when she  smells danger, she spills herself all over,  like gasoline, and lights it.  ”