Gods&Radicals—A Site of Beautiful Resistance.

The Tide

10 years ago
I wanted to be a Tower.
now I want to be a Village.

I want to shelter the baker, and
nestle the children in
for summer sweet sleep.
I want to protect the cows
from the rain and wind
and help mold the cheese.

I have gone from cold and barren
to lush and fertile, and
I want all roads
To lead to my hearth;
my home;
my heart.

I want to tell you
that I had to swim
across the ocean
more than once
and slay more than one
Sea Monster
to get here.
I say this so
you realize
that life is not easy
but it is worth
the journey and
the pain
and the tears
that make the ocean
all for us to swim
through and makes the trials and
the laughter and
the swearing;
the curses;
the oaths.
I want to tell you
that being the village
is more
rewarding than
being that
tower that
I struggled
So Hard
to Become.

But, like all things,
the unbecoming
can be
as great
as the

Hunter Bloodmoon

Hunter Bloodmoon’s a ferocious poet seen late last century lurking black-hooded about the rainy streets of Seattle. Reading Deleuze&Guattari while slinging brutal mochas, channeling serpents and raw riot through her spoken-word performances, she now lurks somewhere in the Salish Sea, plotting revolution while baking for her children.