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The Little Distance
There is a thin film over my feeling self to keep me from my own depths. The benefit is a split-second of stillness so small I have to sense my breath to notice. The subtle change in rhythm. The modicum of a drop in my own gravity, evident in my shoulders. I cannot grab the… Continue reading
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Inevitable Return: a poem for Imbolc
Where did my breath go when I held it so long in the silence, when I was stunned by exquisite suffering, marveling at all the colors of pain? When I was so frozen that I could almost touch the crystalline void that seems to beckon to fingertips with shimmering darkness when we so desperately yearn… Continue reading
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Mirror Pool
You try so hard that it shows in the blooms of effort beneath your clothes. What disillusionment comes when we finally understand what it means that everything bleeds. And when our parents told us there were no such things as ghosts, it was only because they couldn’t see their frost on the windows; Their tears… Continue reading
Acceptance, Adversity, conflict, Cycles, Fantasy, freeverse, ice, Intention, nature, New Beginnings, Overcoming, Poetry, Self Acceptance, Self Help, Shadow Work, Transformation, water, winteranimal, beast, creature, creatures, Cycles, ice, illumination, insomnia, instinct, loss, moon, night, poem, poetry, self-acceptance, Shadow Work, Transformation, vampires -
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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