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  Sleeping like… Stopping herself mid sentence The phrase too perfect to exclaim She peered into the room Where her Mother’s last days Lived in...

It’s challenging to hone down who my Mother was. She was so many, many things. She was kind, strong, innocent, charming, impossible, artistic, conservative, wild,...

Yesterday good Today tough Friends stop by Burns her out Telling them Keep it short Best friend here Laughing Crying Having fun I’m beat Can’t...

They sit in sacred circle embracing Legs crossed, eyes closed Silence beaconing power Every nest filled with eggs Their seats uniquely press Emergent power now...

blood’s moon delighting full, juicy, exciting   i offered rainbows to her light she crooned balancing heart’s deep enchantment i howled caressed by shadow’s nourishment...

i buckle in surrender now full in pieces   i hopscotch into innocence landing in Mother’s arms baring my soul baring my world remembering nothing...

Crossing boundaries Wicked lies Wandering wonders Offered cries   Bowing to altars Steeped in illusion Buying power With all its confusion   Planting seeds Thoughts...

Healing mercies tender and strange Waking past midnight feeling deranged Wondering whether the depth where we met Emptied sweetly in conscious regret   Dancing joyous...

Barely dreaming She walks into the night before me I whisper Then realizing shadow’s looming I sing Golden lights burning Mantras pulsing Uncertain she turns...