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A Word About Tits
Aeolian Heart
Blood
Bring on the Blood
Chalice
Charletons and Snake Oil Freaks
Cosmic Consciousness
Doula
Drunk with My Creative Muse
Emotional Bouquets
Empower My Cunt
Favorites of a Menstruating Woman
Hatha Yoga
Hurt Again
I am a Gentle Woman
I am Called Too Big
I am Determined to See
I am the Bountiful Witch
I am Wombin
I Cried Today
I have Created a Womb-in
I like Me
In the Wheel
I Want
I’ve Learned to Hold my Tougue
Imbolc Spring Cleaning Candlemas
Jealousy is Hard and Cold
Leave Me to Be
Menopausal Wimmin
Menopausal Witch
Merry Meet Lady Luna
Mundane Magick
My Beloved Dead
My Garden is Me
Our Lady of the Starry Night
People Marks
Pre Moon Shakti
Riding Estrogen Bareback
Round and Soft
Seeing People
Suck It Up
The Celtic Cross of Taste
The Child Within
The Place Between Right and Wrong
The Romance of the Sky King and the Earth Mother
Tortured Soul
Unwanted Change
Vulvahhhh
War
When Deep Sadness is like Labor
When the Moon is Right
Wimmin
Witches and Mediums
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Everywhere I go, I find a poet has been there before me.
-Sigmund Freud
Bring on the Blood
Peri-menopause
The door to the great passage
Uhmmm
So romantic
Yes, I’m sure it is in retrospect!
But right now
As my body goes through
The third day of cramps
Bring on the blood!
It’s not so romantic
Like stalled labor
For an overripe
Earth Goddess
It’s all I can think of
Bring on the blood!
My blood, my sister
Where could she be?
Is she playing games with me
After all these years
Or is she as frustrated and confused
As I?
I bring out all my charms
My bleeding book
The emmenogue reds
My cozy chair
My fortnight fuck
Nothing!
I even reached past the boundary
And got my bleeding flowers
Ugh!
Bring on the blood!
I am in a world in-between
I can’t rightly enter my red tent
Serenely don my blood shawl
I’m not bleeding yet!
Although my dear body is suffering
The prickly pain of it
For a moment I consider the future
Too close future
When she no longer greets me with the moon
Wait!
No! So soon! I’m not ready
I haven’t savored my youth to the full
Where did it go
Why didn’t I celebrate each sacred Moon cycle
As it should have been?
Bring on the Blood!
Bring on the blood so that I may lay my
Dear body down on the green plush grass
And rest from my labors
Forget my duties
My husband will feed me
From his own hand
And I will drift
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