Free Bird

There is an undertow pulling at the soul housed in my ethereal body too translucent to hold on. Is she mine, that soul?  Or was she simply catching a ride?  A stow-away who looked so much like me I never noticed she was there? Dusk and blue like bruises.  Or pink and rose like love.  … More Free Bird

Cup of Life

TRIGGER WARNING: This poem may contain content that brings up unhealed material in those with trauma. Please take care when reading this and make sure you have supportive help to assist in your process when needed. What tragedy to be marked when scars become a part of you, like a different heart or lungs: a … More Cup of Life

Sweet Temperance

The primordial thirst. Where is my fountain?  Where is my wellspring? The yearning for love to find all the dark places in hiding, and let the light in. To be held shaking and crying. To be naked and small in your arms. To be a tiny broken thing.Why the yearning to be touched there if … More Sweet Temperance

Night Keeper

I have been the night for so many.   I bring them into shadow lands  so they may let go  and descend.   I’ve been a gatekeeper  for the elevator  to the underworld,  like a daughter of Hela  or Persephone.   The price to enter is only pride and vanity, and the clutching of hands … More Night Keeper