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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

Everywhere I go, I find a poet has been there before me.
                                                        -Sigmund Freud

I am the Bountiful Witch

I am the bountiful witch
The one of bountiful treasure
Here’s the deal, there must be a “life”
Behind the Magick babblings of the Hag
What think the foolish?
Are they so undiscriminating that they will
Allow any en all to enter
Their astral bodies?
For the bountiful witch, this is not so
For fatness drips from the wheel of her broom
Those who are allowed into the sanctum
Must be worthy/strong
For as the scent of garlic heavy from her skin
So is the insides-treasure
The wise know that garlic is treasure
The fools think it a baneful stench
The bountiful witch does not suffer fools well
Fools abound
This is true
Not to say they are not to be sustained
For some “fools” are fools for their age sake,
Others are fools because of laziness, blame
Magickal people make everything happen
Everyone is magickal and we all make our lives happen
I don’t tell the truth
I am not the truth
I sometimes live my truth
My best truth that is
Don’t believe me
Believe you
Give be-ing

-Jacqueline DuBois©2002