I conjure some deep and potent medicine, as the full moon rises through the back of the yard. Coyotes howl, owls who. I stare at la Luna fiercely into her crevices. Noticing every crater, every shift of shadow, she becomes so vibrant she seems unreal, like a tv picture. As the smoke curls around my … More Owl Wings
Everywhere that I go, I write. Tonight beneath the full moon, I felt the burn of my fire. It grew from my groin and rose through the sky. Together we will break through this global suppression. Get to the heart of it. And eradicate the suffering, by looking into the source of our depressions. The … More Blanketed in Stars
The rain winds down the windows. The clouds hang muggy and gray. I am grateful, because it washes me away. Clearing all the sounds of repetition that have been triggering my mind, to dance off on worry, to tangle in a furry upon miseries, like webs. Caught and glued with fear. Nothing seems like what … More Disconnecting
Sometimes my heart beats with sadness. It screams and wails, and I don’t always understand why. “What’s been laid before us,” I call out. “Grandmother, show me your ways, so that I can begin to understand our history, and what creates these thoughts and feelings.” It’s hard to hear through the blockages in my heart, … More Clear the Heart
Evoked upon the dark moon. As scorpions crawl at my feet. Naked on honey suckle sweetness, I can finally see your beauty. Audacity rebelling against acculturation. Sexuality dripping like nectar, roaring with lively bliss; you were born to scorch archetypes– appearing from the abyss. A cry of shame rings out from my rib cage. Fear … More Kali Ma
“Why are spider webs so strong?” I think while watching one blow in the breeze of a cold crow season monsoon. Beaded with tiny crystal droplets, like a string of diamonds. Vibrating like a wing, withstanding the seemingly impossible. The reflection of a golden flame dances and swells upon the tear stained window. Orange flowers … More Nearly Invisible
There you lay upon the carpet, once more. I say well hello, friend. How exactly did you get here again? Last night when I picked you up, you squealed at me in a high-pitched frequency. “Muuu,” it sounded like you said. I’d never heard a banana slug before, nor had I ever imagined they made … More Ode to Hir Banana Slug
Dense drops of rain fall from the sky wetting my skull, as I dash across puddles in a cobblestone alley way. Quiet and gray, a soothing day brings the green trees vibrantly alive. A wolf appears before me. People usually fear him, but I stand here and ask, “what do you mean to tell me?” … More Mystic Animals
Lilac Laced Love 