Musings

What If Women I’m healing the injuries bestowed upon me by the dominant western model for women Replete with halo she smiles looking down upon us mere mortals from glowing portraits on very catholic walls. I’d bruise my knees in devotion to beatific scenes of the...

Vesta She, within whom dwells The Flame And is too, The Flame- Marrying the earthly to the heavens Vesta is temple, home, hearth, Self-tended, The self-mother of the child Unmothered. Fire fed, she who feeds, Through ceremony of ensouling recipes Passed from hearth to...

Calling Rest Deep Rest Oh soft-winged easeful caress Here me call you From the first womb, from the Abyss. Enfold me in your muted balm And dream me Behind the lids of timeless dark. I yearn to be surrendered Into the glossy mutableness Of the untethered state. Sweet...