Some Men Aren’t Worth a Poem. {poetry}
Every woman has a door to her heart. The door is always locked. And some men come with keys, others come with hammers. Know the difference.
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Mourning. {poetry}
Last night I stepped outside of time Minutes became centuries Ten thousand years became right now And mourning the epiphany As clenching pain released...
You Called Kali Ma: The Depth of My Trust.
You thought you were calling something beautiful -- a goddess with sex-tossed hair and skin that glowed like the moon. But you called La Loba.
Re-Wild. {poetry}
Jump again from moving buses; dive again to swirling depths
rise again from your own ashes; die again a hundred deaths.
For the wildness inside you will never perish; I only tire, then surge afresh.
Through Wave And Flame, To Ashes And Puddles. {poetry}
With the tide, I pulled you to my depths.
The ebb and flow of my currents pulsed through us
and our toes curled like the waves crashing
on the shore.