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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
My Garden is Me
My garden understands me
Uncivilized and rather brutish
Weedy with seedheads
My garden understands me
Orchids, African violets, run-a-way morning glories
“Volunteers”, suckers all have welcome
In all their glory the dryads and
Faeries create abstract art
In years past there has been order
Like my life, regimented by season
Spring-sweet peas, Summer-sun flowers
Fall-chrysanthemums Winter-poinsettias
There is no order now, I want it all
All the time
It’s a gypsy garden
A free-fer-all
A wild untamed thing
Entrancing to children named Hansel or Gretel
Overgrown and wildish one wonders
What would I be if I grew into myself?
Uncivilized and rather brutish
Social mores thrown to the wind
Spontaneity the order of the day
Weedy with seedheads
Trying all the possibilities and leaving room for growth
My garden is me
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