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My Persephone
Persephone doesn’t feel timeless. She looks in the mirror and sees the wrinkles of bark tracing lines on her skin. Underground has its own season.
Category Poems and Writing
Girltruth
Spirit Whispers her voice into my ear often. Daily. Sometimes in the night. When I ask her for what she knows, she tells me.
Nothing to live on but the view
A bleak crumbling cabin, clinging to slopes of the deep western fjord
A Journey with Meadow: An Exploration of Manifestation through Creative Writing
In the stillness of the morning, before the sun has fully risen, I stand barefoot on the dew-covered grass and breathe in the sweet, earthy scent of the moist grass below my feet.
It’s a question of Imagination (Part 1)
I had a particular crisis. It was around the tail end of my Saturn return and I thought I was going to die.
A Poem of Wishes
When I die This is what I wish Please sing to me Until your voices join
In the Ocean of Becoming
In the ocean of becoming. All life rises together. Falls together. Not one without the other. Not other without the one.
Think Like a Spider
What stories are inside you mama? What stories are you pregnant with? What stories live and breathe inside of you? What stories are you caught inside of? What stories are you navigating?
Gatherings
Do not fight life Fight with all that is within you, that is against Life. Abuse, cruelty, injustices, homelessness, war, ignorance.
Smorgasbord of Life
Sitting here among my blooms, knowing Autumn will come too soon. Overworked bees diligently strive to carry nectar to the hive.