Circles

I am tired of circling what I love. I would like to crash into my sun. We once shared cells, the sun and I. We have been apart for so long. There is a longing under my skin, calling for that crashing, smashing oblivion. The fusion of light. Dissolving back into… …who...

Come With Fierce Love

When despair climbs on top of you and you cannot see the stars, wait, wail, cough the phlegm. Remember what it was like to be born? The collapsing walls around your not yet breathing lungs, terror heaving at your throat, dark helpless thrusting, and then, new vision...

Blood + Water: Woman’s Magic

Woman’s power is in blood. Woman’s love is in blood. Woman’s medicine is in blood. Blood is given to every woman. It is up to her to create chaos or beauty, wallow or worship in these waters. When I was about 13 years old, I began to harvest blood in the magic places...