Strange little cottage masked by the tree~line   Her hidden oasis   Where Fireflies and Fae zoom through the summer heat   Her bottle of wine and heavy porridge Not helping her lethargy  

Gentle yearning for something more, Delicate dissecting of warm light, Hopes manifest seeing hopeless surroundings, Filtering untamed tempers and knowing love stands behind, Interacting only with that love, shadows searing from light, Attention intention and prayerful humbleness Toddler thrashing seen no matter how old, Like…

You’re so strange You’re so strange You’re so strange They say that. We see them mouth that on the other side of the glass. We call back: You’re so mean to each other We’re all kind to one another All we have is each other,…

Upstairs Everything I need is upstairs when I’m downstairs. A full flight of stairs is exactly what happened when I was rushing off to work, arms full, pocketbook that seemed lined with bricks, tote bag brimming with essentials, and I’m late for work. As if…

Why would you celebrate not having to do things? This sounds like a jamboree anthem for a benefits nation, A Nanny state of higher consciousness, A cult of antipathy. Why would you celebrate losing the capacity to do things? Is this a lullaby into passivity?…

Niaevete can break cold hearts froze still. I read knowing she never got her will. I see now an orphan goes to survive A body must live and be where it can. I still see not how this once young pure face Came swollen and…

Seven years ago, I befriended the moon,  I was young and empathy flew where it often shouldn’t have  I wouldn’t have believed, if you told me then,  I was lonelier than the moon,  Why I was bolder, since I was younger,  So I asked to…

Under a full moon the raven casts a shadow I can no longer see my limbs but the raven walks for me I can no longer see my surroundings but the raven leads the way my eyes have become dark pools filled with magick and…

In the unending ocean I send my song my voice carrying all my emotions and pray that someone would answer just once at least this time but no… my song doesn’t reach them   No matter how loud I sing   Journeying alone my heart…

Two by two, they arrived. Two by two, came aboard; Lions and tigers and bears— An astonishing, feather-furred hoard! Great flannel clouds gathered thickly, God pulled the plank, slammed tight the door. The riotous, rambunctious load, Thundered and rattled and roared. The rain fell with…