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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
Our Lady of the Starry Night
Planted as an acorn in the soil of dreamland
I descend to my nightly death
Our Lady, the Dark Goddess, Black Madonna
Sends her consort with strong mixture
Sleeping sand
To close my windows and dim my lights
I am again the fetus floating in my
Personal Ocean of images
The womb-my bed-the anchor of my soul
I am the creatrix gestating first causes
The two great Sacraments are one here
Birth and Death
The newborn coming in as saint and sage
Wet with the dew of the kingdom
The humbled one retuning with the hard won treasure
To drink from the ancient springs
Madonna leading all through the wheel
Bright Goddess opens my eyes with the dawn
As she once called forth my mother’s
Labor pains to open wide her fleshly gates
I leave my bed again
Re…….incarnation
The Riddle
Why do I sleep when it is day?
And awaken when it is night?
Which is my conscious state?
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