Author: Narya Rose Deckard
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A Season of Coming and Going with Tarot: Day 1
He sits on a stone throne, and grasps a single coin in both hands, clutches it even as if his life depended on it. Two coins rest at his feet, and the fourth is etched into the chair above his head. He wears a serious expression. His chair elevates him off the ground, as if… Read more
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Integration of Self into Soil
I’m thinking about the difference John O’Donohue describes in Eternal Echoes between tools and technology. Technology, he says, does not extend human presence but rather turns it into function. Our technology shapes who we are and how we interact with our world. Conversely, tools like a shovel, a rake, a pen, we actively participate in… Read more
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Instinct, or Some Thoughts on Jung
I wrote this while thinking through Carl Jung’s Memories, Dreams, Reflections. If god isn’t an invention of consciousness, so I can neither make god more remote nor eliminate god, I can bring god closer to the possibility of being experienced. God is an instinct. Our instinct is diminished when we have to prove something… Read more
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Poem “So Many Meadows” published!
Thanks to Tiny Seed Journal for publishing my poem “So Many Meadows” on their website: So Many Meadows It will be printed in an anthology in October. Read more
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On Healing and Story
On Healing and Story There are many levels of healing when we tell our stories. We externalize that which we hold in. What we hear ourselves say and what another hears us say validates our story. We speak ourselves into being. Sometimes we don’t know our story until a person listens to it. It… Read more
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Money Doesn’t Make Me a Better Human
Post MFA in Creative Writing Commencement Reflection Must we be useful? Or maybe, must we define “useful” through solely capitalist measures? That question is what drives me as I think about what others have said about the MFA world, poetry, and graduating with a creative writing degree. Kristi York writes in her blog post “The… Read more
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Linda Hogan’s poem “Eucalyptus” and Imagining the Self
By losing herself, the speaker in Linda Hogan’s poem finds herself: “and like the tree I can lose myself/layer after layer.” “Eucalyptus,” the first poem in her collection Rounding the Human Corners, though it begins in the present, quickly references the ancient past to draw upon its wisdom (“the others are… Read more
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Plant Your Words
It’s spring, but I feel a little like I’ve missed the seasonal transition from being so busy: I just clicked submit to send my poetry thesis to my supervisor as partial completion for my MFA in creative writing. My husband and I put a house up for sale that I bought fourteen years ago and… Read more
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Tulip Poplars Printed!
My poem “Tulip Poplars” has been printed by Tiny Seed Journal! You can read it here: https://tinyseedjournal.com/2022/10/30/tulip-poplars/ The poem will be in their later printed anthology. Thank you, Tiny Seed Journal, and thank you, beautiful tulip poplars, which have turned a lovely bright yellow for autumn. Read more
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Growing Love and Thorns
“Growing Love and Thorns While Reading Carter’s ‘The Bloody Chamber’” My husband and I, fatigued from pandemic fear and wishing to travel as Covid-19 restrictions had decreased, planned a trip to Europe this summer. We wished to visit friends in Austria and Belgium who couldn’t attend our wedding in 2021, and my husband had… Read more