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my poems this year began with death and ended with birth, the birth of my son, rowan malcolm brownlee, namesake of the wizard's tree & favorite tree of brigid, a goddess of poetry.
a nest of swallows on our back patio appeared often in the poems, and led me to entitle a chapbook i made for friends 'the swallows tale'. the chapbook has a beautiful image of the lunar eclipse on the 28th, my son's birthday, a full moon, and the final day of my 315 month this year.
on the 28th i was awoken by birth rushes 15 minutes before the alarm at the apex of the lunar eclipse, visible through our bedroom window, looking down mule creek canyon over the big sur pacific ocean. i wrote a poem and continued to open to recieve my child into the light. he was born at 8am that same day.
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