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For My Women. {poetry}

Hello, Mother Earth, your bounty blessings blessed me with the capacity to know/hear/see/speak/sing/dance upon your glorious body. I hold your ancient wisdom inside me, and every day I pray in gratitude for your willingness to keep me safe, always adventurous and forever wandering.

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The Reasons I Write: Ode To The Pen In My Hand. {poetry}

I am writing because I want to impress the impressive and repress the repression.

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Most Sacred Devil, Come To Me: An Ode To The Witch’s Lover.

You know, my horned god -- oh, how you know! -- that this Witch hates to be vulnerable, so hear me when I whisper these words, see the rivulets of reluctant tears on my cheeks, taste the bitter blood on my chin, drink in the scent of my surrender, and feel my heart-drum quickening: I need you. ...

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You Are Not Too Much. You Have Never Been Too Much. You Will Never Be Too Much.

Because out there somewhere there is a love who will never dream of calling you too much. Who speaks, like you, in poetry and candle wax and stardust. Who runs outside on stormy nights to howl at the moon. Who collects bones and sings incantation and talks to the ancestors. And that lover, when ...

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Letting Go Of More Pain Than You Have To Gain.

Even if our friendships, however deep and profound we may perceive them to be, however much care, love, and nurturing we may have poured into them along the way, may not be the same as they once were in their glory days, it does not necessarily mean that the times shared in the past were for naught.

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For My Women. {poetry}

The Reasons I Write: Ode To The Pen In My Hand. {poetry}

Most Sacred Devil, Come To Me: An Ode To The Witch’s Lover.

You Are Not Too Much. You Have Never Been Too Much. You Will Never Be Too Much.

Letting Go Of More Pain Than You Have To Gain.

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