Author: Danielle Woermann

Abecedarium

I wrote this piece at Esalen in June 2019. The cue is to write one sentence sequentially from A-Z. We are allowed to skip one

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Where the Holy Dwells

The holy dwells in the fabrics of India, in a woman’s bright sari, rich in colors with gold around the edges. It dwells in her scarlet

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Light-Struck Fingers

I’d like to imagine all of us writing with light-struck fingers: creating magical art. Our bodies are created with magic and it comes out in

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Writer in Quarantine

*****Please do not read this and worry about me. I have never been more clear in my life that things are going well and somehow

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Canada

Advice to Myself

Put the eagle feather which I found in Canada on my altar. Never forget the sacred water healing which we did at the Michipicoten tribal

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Amtrak/Camel Cigarettes

Previously published on Medium.com When I was ten, I began to travel by myself. I was independent and rarely got homesick. For some reason, I

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Let This Much Be Mine

The heat, the blessed sun. Let this much be mine. The morning dew, the cobwebs, the yellowing leaves. My breath, my wrinkled skin, my shaky

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Camp Mini-Yo-We

Between the ages of ten and fourteen, I attended a fundamentalist Christian sleep-away camp where my mother went when she was a girl. It was

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My Kitchen

For me, the center of my house was the kitchen. At first our kitchen was this dreadful afterthought of a growth hung onto the side

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Where I am from (part 2)

I am from the asphalt in my knees when I fell off my bike and also from rice krispie treats and Hawaiian punch at Bible

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