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Vernal Equinox and the Worm Moon

I am the one who glows asks wildness of humanity controls the tides asks for nothing is worshiped and followed knows her path and purpose keeps time with the ocean bends on knees to no one loves and guide others... Continue Reading →

Period Blues: Body Wisdom

Welcome to my health series: Period Blues How it all started:  The Poll Set Backs Mainstream Options The Fight SELF-CARE ALL THE WAY (Pass it on!): Chiropractic Therapy from a neuro-focused, non-pain driven practitioner Physical Therapy: check with your doctor... Continue Reading →

Period Blues: Set Backs?

Welcome to my health series: Period Blues How it all started:  The Poll The Fight Mainstream Options Body Wisdom   IS THIS ABOUT EQUALITY AND A WOMAN'S RIGHT TO EQUAL PAY? IS IT ABOUT INTOLERANCE? IS IT ABOUT FEAR? IS... Continue Reading →

Never Die for the Man

Live. Live for love, Live for the song of the red, glass heart. Live for the earth and for pain, Live. Live for the wonder of yourself. And never, ever die for the man.

Depression and Anxiety Lense

Hello there fellow poem readers,  So, it's like I got out my kaleidoscope tonight and can see the world differently after reading three articles. The first one is honestly hard to stomach, I got a bit defensive but there are... Continue Reading →

Basil (with no middle name)

July 26, 2017 I tried to hold your paws, they were smaller, the same shape. All of us shrink when we age but sometimes we shrink early from within. I spent years timing the moments for your dinner, smelling your... Continue Reading →

July 21st

Good Bye We travel our arms long, hats turned up open palms. We weep for the past the present, the future. Bleeding hearts in the garden sway in time with the souls we've seen pulled from our chests and hung... Continue Reading →

Dear Pacific,

Alone in the shower I wash the foam of you dried ocean foam from my hips. This water cannot clean like the ocean cannot strip me bare like the ocean. Yesterday with you-- I was the flower in a clam,... Continue Reading →

Making Maps with Bees

The underworld has pipped up evil. I smell it in the flowers. Some nights, the scent fills the bedroom. Filing down the edges of gentle dreams where honey bees miss their next turn, where their paths flood with unknown signals.... Continue Reading →

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