Do not be domesticated. You were born with the moon in your blood And owls know your true name. Howl in everything you do, even if it is silent. Leave wakes of energy behind you That smell of fresh rain and teardrops. Hidden wildlings recognize you, Shouldering out of the shadows, Nuzzling the folds ofContinue reading “Do Not Be Domesticated”
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Bittersweet
Open your bitter, your sweet, I pry your heart open as I ease up your ankles, Beg me to stop, you don’t mean a word you say, Your thighs betray you, woman. Your breath is my beacon, I keep my eyes open, slide them over your hidden kisses, Pupils so dark I’ll drown, I biteContinue reading “Bittersweet”
“But she who dares not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose.” ― Anne Bronte
I kept at it, my palm sticky and wet red, Grabbing again and again, until I changed hands, My right my left The wounds grew jagged and wept and dried black On the edges. I’d been doing this a long time now, Even though the flower had thrown me away she was the one whoContinue reading ““But she who dares not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose.” ― Anne Bronte”
Bloom
when you pass the mirror, do your eyes only see the light behind you afraid to catch your own eye then you’d have to forgive yourself heart so big it echoes the skies, storming down jagged arrows of anger while you burn so deeply you only smell soot afraid of your own voice because itContinue reading “Bloom”
The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.I want to know what you ache forand if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you areI want to know if you will risk looking like a foolfor lovefor your dreamsfor the adventure of being alive. ItContinue reading “The Invitation”
The Promise of the Shaman
Not my work, but made of the work that calls me the strongest. Worth the time to read, if you just take the time for it. And I needed it so. I read it over and over, inside my head, then out loud, and the words felt delicious so I had to record them. I’veContinue reading “The Promise of the Shaman”
Didn’t have a chance in hell
Crumbling cliff’s edge before me, yet another precipice hard fought for another fright that makes my feet tingle so strongly I feel I’m tiptoeing through clouds and all I’m doing is standing here Alone Wolf Howling under my breath so as not to shake the boulders from the sides because if I do they’ll tumbleContinue reading “Didn’t have a chance in hell”
I Don’t Pack For You
It waits in the drawer till morning, I feel it, watching me, through the wood as if it were a window, This alien piece of anatomy with no soul. I can feel it throb, hidden away, It’s attached, though it isn’t, Roots deep inside My hips saddled with femininity I want to slice off, TheyContinue reading “I Don’t Pack For You”
I’m no longer just a writer…
I’m now an author, and floating high with the wisps of cloud in front of the setting sun…I’ve waited my entire life for this moment. The art is my own, painted at the beginning of the quarantine starting in the area, which makes it even more special. Thank you, Victoria, for the push and encouragement,Continue reading “I’m no longer just a writer…”
Sanguine skies
We laid there In a dream I didn’t want to wake from so I closed my eyes And imagined your hand floating above me, A sea of sharp sunlight stabbing Between your fingers and The sanguine skies reflected the sun in your blood Until my eyes shone red with Love for you, this moment TheContinue reading “Sanguine skies”
A Burd in Flight 