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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
I am Womb-in
I am Womb-in/Creations nest
My womb is like a cave
Open, dark, mysterious- the birthplace of Christ
Who can resist the recesses of the cave?
Not even God evidently
Womb-in is creation-the creatrix
Man, the servant of creation
Mother Mary and her monks
Serving her glorious image with
Unceasing celestial chants
She is the mother of creation the Queen of Heaven
Kali-Cunti-the Goddess with Cunt
Kali dances the seductive song of life and death
Her cowry shell-Glorious Sea Vulva
Is the first religious symbol in the world
Venerate/venereal
Venerate this surreal venereal
Venerate/venereal
These words inextricably wed
Holy Yoni’s delicate, delectable dome
Is in every place of worship
Vulvah the sacred mound/the Holy Mountain
The Cathedrals arch
Womb is the foremost uniting factor
Among the living-a mother’s call to her
Warring children
The siren’s shrill to end the madness
Womb-in Blood
Isis bleeding the river Nile
She sheds and will not die
She bleeds, flowers bloom
And fruit grows, men rejoice
Men bleed from the edge of the sword
And womb-in mourns
Sweet Vaginal sheath whispers to rest
Enter again womb-in’s cave
There is rest, there is virginal serenity
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