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Crone Song
A little bit of life remains when so much of me is dead. Most of what is left is only hanging by a thread Watching blips of time flitting about in youthful glow. How fast we lose parts of ourselves the young will never know. Taking for granted new life that blooms in the soot… Continue reading
Acceptance, Adversity, Biology, Cycles, death, depression, Earth, Endings, Essential, Grief and Loss, Intention, Philosophy, Poetry, Rhyming Poem, Self Acceptance, The Void, Transitionaging, appreciation, blessings, crone, darkness, death, fate, free will, grief, Grief and Loss, impermanence, loss, night, philosophy, poem, poetry, Temporal, The Void -
Call of Oblivion
Pieces of me fly off to the aetherswhere my heart has always livednever to be found again for they have their own lives nowmaking the best of fragmentation.The magic of a soul that doesn’t want to be whole is the seeds the pieces becomedispersed across the universeto grow worlds that makefor an exquisite fit. Each… Continue reading
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Finding Your Own Light
Mining from other’s experiences the gold you never found on your own, thinking it’s the same as earning. But the sheen never sticks to your skin to shield you, because gold is only shiny bricks, still heavy to carry. And if you never learned to lift your own weight off the floor, how will you… Continue reading
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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
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Cosmic Thread
My fraying seams are not what they seem. It’s my style to be rough around the edges that are typically smooth, protecting tame hearts that beatan assigned pattern. But I have a wild heart. She was ripped out and scavenged so many times, the threads holding her inside me are worn. I’m not searching for… Continue reading
Acceptance, Adversity, Cosmos, Cycles, death, Earth, Endings, freeverse, Grief and Loss, growth, Love, New Beginnings, Overcoming, Philosophy, Poetry, Prose, Self Acceptance, Sky, time, Transition, WorldApocalypse, compassion, cosmic, Cosmos, creation, Fabric of Creation, grief, Grief and Loss, growth, Heart, heartache, loss, Love, philosophy, poem, poetry, Threads, Weaver, Weavers, wild -
I Am Not Human
I am not human. I may look like it on the surface sometimes, but my face changes in certain light and I look different from every angle. Don’t be fooled by my shape: we are not the same underneath our skin. In the depths of my flesh, I am something wild and ancient, something… Continue reading
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The Undoing
I’m turning to stone by the eyes of the witch, but the only eyes here are mine. Looking too closely for too long at my own design, focused on how other I am, my body no longer knows how to pretend to be human. Is this my skin turning into a cosmic egg to incubate… Continue reading
Acceptance, Adversity, Biology, Cosmos, Cycles, death, Earth, Ecology, Endings, freeverse, Grief and Loss, growth, Intention, nature, New Beginnings, Overcoming, Philosophy, Poetry, Self Acceptance, Summer, surrender, The Void, time, Transformation, Transition, Worldalchemy, chronic pain, eon, eternity, Goddess, grief, Grief and Loss, growth, loss, Overcoming, pain, poem, poetry, suffering, Transformation, witch, World -
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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Blood Bond
Author’s Note: I’ve been away getting ready to move state, and now I’m on the road, halfway to my new home. This piece was written last month as a goodbye to the place I was leaving. I have bled here. So strange to love a place for how much you lost there; For pieces of… Continue reading
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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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