A wasteland of words saying nothingTension a live wire tracing paths of rage and despairEchoed screams batter consciousnessChoking bile in a throat gone dryWe are soiled, sold our complicity feeding powerSick quivering shame and lust and horror churn in hungering belliesWe pour tainted water on our wounds and call it healing Do not cast stones … Continue reading Beltane, 2019 →

I have never been a child, to believe in happy endingsKnowing the grim truth of faery tales too well and too earlyKnowing that the dragon that most needs killing is sometimes yourselfI know not what to make of thisI know not what I amTrudging along in stubborn futility or venturing bravely forth into a new … Continue reading Splice →

In the teeth of the storm I stand, gutted It is as though some monstrous hand reached in and scraped me clean, meticulous Impersonal  Licking each delicious drop with a smile, wetly red and charming I am bereft The winds play me like some melancholy chime  Whistling through the new crevasses of my shattering There … Continue reading Diagnosis →

There is a fireClean burning in the fuel of myself, the songs of scorching nerves and sizzling skin tantalizingSiren-like the smoke stirs, embracingThe flavors intoxicating as I inhale the earthy tang and musk of living breathing realityThe cool breezes of clarity and salt sea blood of life and birth and deathThe skin peels back from … Continue reading Enkindled →

The door is but a doorIt could transform its shape a thousand, thousand timesAnd still be just as uninformativeIts locks change as you do though its keys do notKnocking, even as your hands grow raw and bloody, will not open it Pleas and cries will not bring you succor in even the harshest stormFor on the … Continue reading Passage →

How ungentle you are with yourself, childWanting to be what you want to be, right now and thoroughlyThe deep loam seems to you a swallowing darkYou do not understand that sometimes the hottest of fires is needed to nurture the mightiest of treesPatienceFor my urgency is not yoursAnd becoming is a process with no true … Continue reading The Chiding →

I am not a garden, but in my brambles the sweetest of fruit grows Bursting on the tongue, staining laughing lips A healing gift Paid for in blood Rocky uneven ground and sudden blind drops Hard edges and shadows Trees gnarled and strange At the edge of that icy wellspring a patch of sunlight waits … Continue reading Ravine →

Piping notes in the wildwood callHeard somehow deeper than being with the part of you that knows the trees whisper and rattle their branchesThe part restless in slumber, the scream that builds into your call to battle and to joyAnd your own giant begins to stirThe drums begin a steady beatPulse of the Earth within … Continue reading The Call →

Edifice crumbles That once thought inviolable Exposed as mythic and thus ultimately human As we are human Stories of horrors and of heroes Arise from within And we must choose as whom we will live Weak strands are fraying But the weaving goes on Heart to heart Hearth to hearth Our roots run deeper Reaching … Continue reading First →