poetry Duende of Grief: When We Roamed as Cathars. {poetry} February 16, 2021 And we broke bread... you stood and raised your glass to 'mes amis', whom I had known for centuries, when we had roamed the hills as Cathars. Continue Reading
poetry All Your Dreams End to End Won’t Make a Life. {poetry} February 4, 2021 All attempts at truth are doomed to failure here... And the age of saints is necessary, yes, but what of the saints themselves? Continue Reading
poetry We Didn’t Define It as Love, We Just Were. {poetry} February 2, 2021 You were never my destiny perhaps, but for days I lay with you, and your love made revelations beyond any marriage or long-term commitment. Continue Reading
poetry When Your Lover Is in Hell. {poetry} February 1, 2021 When your lover in hell, it’s often the gateway to heaven... it is only through surviving darkness side by side, showing up no matter what. Continue Reading
poetry Meet Me at Earth, I Want to See What You Look Like. {poetry} January 25, 2021 I want to be the final card in the spread, one that jumped, waiting at the footnotes like a vague decree. Sacred messenger, master of none. Continue Reading
poetry You Never Know When the Underworld Will Call. {poetry} January 22, 2021 The next time you realize that you have been drawn, dragged, danced into the underworld, remember, this is the oldest ceremony. Continue Reading
poetry I Am Forever in Debt to You, My Knight. {poetry} January 21, 2021 You still warm me at night, my knight. It's as if you are the fire my soul sits by and the hearth which my heart sits against. Continue Reading
poetry She Won’t Shine Unless a Light Is Shone on Her. {poetry} January 15, 2021 Serve basket of warm naan next to clay pot of spicy curry... Arrange wildflowers on pagewith light angling in from outside. Continue Reading
poetry Northumberland: A Place I Love. {poetry} January 12, 2021 This place is unique, carved from nature and human hand. This place I love, this is Northumberland. Continue Reading
poetry Wings: A Song of Innocence, of Hope and Faith. {poetry} January 11, 2021 But she had no voice to answer. Her song was muffled, and the noise around her was loud. No one around could decipher the purpose. Continue Reading