Keep me soft, Darlingwith the rapture of your force.Let me be a flower bud,a water lily openingfor your reaping.Pluck me eagerlyand ravage my scent.Crush me into perfume,an aphrodisiac spellto make you wildand full with the moon.Surge like the wavesof a restless seaand pull me like the currentof passion’s undertow.Pound me into smooth rocksand crack open… Continue reading
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.