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Our Colors: A Valentine’s Day Poem
I love all of your colors. The contrast of darkness and light is what makes you a powerful work of art. I am in love with all your bold dark shades, as the part of me who is a creature of the night can walk with you there with ease and share my own craft… Continue reading
Beauty, Cosmos, Creative Writing, Creativity, Earth, fire, Gratitude, growth, Intention, Intimacy, Love, nature, Poetry, Prose, Relationships, Sky, Spirit, Transformation, water -
The Journey of Light
By the art, I grieve the loss of the old me, letting go of my grip on identity, for there are no names to define what I have always been and always will be. A droplet of light upon the earth for a moment, then back into The Light with The All, brighter for the… Continue reading
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Prayer To The Muse Keeper
Thank you, Oh Lady, with all my heart and soul. The delicate thread of nuance where poetry is born, I see it once more! That thread, my very life blood! Your fire has lend me a spark, a precious little light I shall treasure and feed, as holy as a child’s love. I gave so… Continue reading
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The Weaver
I am careful, so careful, deliberate in every moment. I am instinct dancing, seemingly in the air, hanging by a thread. My actions are encoded in the finest hidden particles of my form, conducting my every delicate movement. My limbs shine in the sun as I dance my creation into being to nourish me, and… Continue reading
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Reign – A Rhyming Poem
Poet’s Notes: I rarely write rhyming poems, unless I’m writing song lyrics, and even then they are more loose and lyrical. This is not technically perfect rhyming or meter, I just wanted to try and express an idea this way. It’s a good exercise, and sometimes the limitations of rhyme lead to more concise metaphor,… Continue reading
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Dear Doulas
Sometimes the jolts of pain in my guts feel like flashes of dying. Mortality and I are very close. I won’t say we’re friends but we respect each other. We know the power each of us has and the potential cost of playing. Lightning bolts in my capillaries and thunder in my soft tissues; A… Continue reading
About Me
I wrote my first story when I was a wee girl of three, followed by my first poem when I was eight. I’ve been writing ever since as a way to cope with life. This practice evolved with learning in both structured settings and through the practice, itself. In my own healing crisis, I found a process I affectionately refer to as Poetic Alchemy. Now on the journey of getting my life back, I do this not only for myself but for you.
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