Nightsong

It’s dark now Mother, and I can’t see a way out. Maybe this is my home after all. The place where everything is touched by grief. Where your spiders are weaving constantly to show me the majesty of a web, glistening in dim light only the Underworld knows. With the silence the monsters keep so … More Nightsong

Autumn Whispers

The morning air whispers strongly of Autumn in my lungs. The Great impending Fall of all we no longer need. The return of moisture for the gift of breathing deeply, to smell the aromas of culminating soil and seeds, preparing for a grand sleep. The scents of raindrops caressing petals of plants who surrender their … More Autumn Whispers

Golden Wounds

My scars are remnants of stars who tore across the sky to open my eyes. For sleeping too much makes the night too long, and everyone needs the hope of another dawn after darkness reigns.  Else we be tempted to believe pain and suffering is all there is; that struggle is how we are meant … More Golden Wounds

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