13 Moons Diary

04/17/2026

New Moon April 17, 2026

Within This Tree
By Jane Hirshfield

Within this tree
another tree
inhabits the same body:
within this stone
another stone rests,
its many shades of grey
the same,
its identical
surface and weight.
And within my body,
another body,
whose history, waiting,
sings: there is no other body,
it sings,
there is no other world.

Image: artist unknown

04/07/2026

04/02/2026

Full Moon April 1, 2026

April - Mary Oliver

I wanted to speak at length about
the happiness of my body and the
delight of my mind for it was
April, a night, a
full moon and-

but something in myself or maybe
from somewhere other said: not too
many words, please, in the
muddy shallows the

frogs are singing.

Artist: unknown

03/18/2026

New Moon March 18, 2026

Hymn to Time
By Ursula Le Guin

Time says “Let there be”
every moment and instantly
there is space and the radiance
of each bright galaxy.
And eyes beholding radiance.
And the gnats’ flickering dance.
And the seas’ expanse.
And death, and chance.
Time makes room
for going and coming home
and in time’s womb
begins all ending.
Time is being and being
time, it is all one thing,
the shining, the seeing,
the dark abounding.

Image: Olivia Fraser, Creation

03/03/2026

Full Moon / Eclipse March 3, 2026

Blood Moon
By Elizabeth Jacobson

People are made of paper, love affairs, 

             anything that tears easily. 
 A pregnant woman stands under the lunar eclipse,  
              carves a swirl into a tree, 
 her baby is born with this same mark on his thigh. 
 It’s just like the earth to come between the sun and the moon  
              and cause this kind of mystery. 

Point at a rainbow, and it will plummet and slice your finger off. 

Use your lips instead, to show others what you are looking at. 

Don’t stand on high rocks or they will push you into the sky,

           and you will be pressed like a flower in a book. 
People are made from rain showers, hatred, smears of spit, 
             anything that might evaporate instantly. 
That night, the moon was a true blood red,  
not the pale rust of this moon, this morning. 

             An entire human body coated red with blood,  
                except where a path of tears washed through. 
Don’t stare at the moon  Another cup of tea
          or it will follow you persistently like a stray cat you have fed. 
Don’t hold out your hands when the sun is shining,  
           or you will burn continually with possibility. 

People are made of buckets of sand, sequins of clay, desire,  
           anything that washes away easily. 
Don’t inhale too deeply, the scent of fallen leaves  
pasted to the forest floor after a fresh rain, 

            or you will be repeatedly stepped on. 
Don’t count the seeds in a mound of bear scat  
            or just as many clouds will split open above your head. 

Image: Chen Ting Chih

02/17/2026

New Moon / Solar Eclipse / Year of the Horse February 17, 2026

She Had Some Horses
Joy Harjo

She had some horses.

She had horses who were bodies of sand.
She had horses who were maps drawn of blood.
She had horses who were skins of ocean water.
She had horses who were the blue air of sky.
She had horses who were fur and teeth.
She had horses who were clay and would break.
She had horses who were splintered red cliff.

She had some horses.

She had horses with eyes of trains.
She had horses with full, brown thighs.
She had horses who laughed too much.
She had horses who threw rocks at glass houses.
She had horses who licked razor blades.

She had some horses.

She had horses who danced in their mother’s arms.
She had horses who thought they were the sun and their bodies shone and burned like stars.
She had horses who waltzed nightly on the moon.
She had horses who were much too shy, and kept quiet in stalls of their own making.

She had some horses.

Image: Eniko Katalin Eged

02/01/2026

Full Moon February 1, 2026

Arrival
By sophie strand

Light branches nerve-line through
the high, clean sky. Two crows toss
themselves like so much sand from
an open hand into the windswept river.
somewhere, in the glittering belt
of Cayuga soil that, below our feet,
mirrors the Milky Way,
a seed gets hungry for air.

Today is the beginning of hard work.
There is rock to puncture. Water to suck
from the cracked skin of quartz.

In a matter of says, the ice will relax
and fracture the sidewalk.

Where will I break to grow?

Where, as the earth slackens,
will I raise my new green hand?

Image: Hilma af Klint

01/18/2026

New Moon January 18, 2026

Perhaps the World Ends Here
By Joy Haro

The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.

The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.

We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.

It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.

At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.

Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around our children. They laugh with us at our poor falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back together once again at the table.

This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella in the sun.

Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate the terrible victory.

We have given birth on this table, and have prepared our parents for burial here.

At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow. We pray of suffering and remorse. We give thanks.

Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.

Image: artist unknown

01/03/2026

Full Moon January 3, 2026

FORGIVENESS
by Maria Popova

May the tide
never tire of its tender toil
how over and over
it forgives the Moon
the daily exile
and returns to turn
mountains into sand
as if to say,
you too can have
this homecoming
you too possess
this elemental power
of turning
the stone in the heart
into golden dust.

Art: Cassandra Courtney, Gold Moon

12/30/2025

Standing at the threshold between endings and beginnings - a perfect time to turn your gaze inward, notice, journal your days to the rhythm of the moon. How will you welcome 2026 into being?

12/20/2025

New Moon December 19, 2025

You, Darkness
By Rainer Maria Rilke

You, darkness, that I come from
I love you more than all the fires
that fence in the world,
for the fire makes a circle of light for everyone
and then no one outside learns of you.

But the darkness pulls in everything-
shapes and fires, animals and myself,
how easily it gathers them! -
powers and people-

and it is possible a great presence is moving near me.

I have faith in nights.

Image: Georgia O’Keefe, Shell and Old Shingle VI

12/18/2025

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