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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
Poetry As Incantation
Truly powerful wimmin
Wield tomes that mystify
Cause trance by phrases
Norns spinning yarns
Affirmations flow from their tongue tips
Wyyrd Werd Spells
Are the “witch spiels”
Invoking wishes with strong emotion
Circling in burning, chanting mantras
Inflaming the Watchtowers
Into answering prayers
The magician divides
As she mumbles
Sacred from Profane
The athame swings
Yantras drawn in the ethers
Myths incarnated in round
Drawing-Calling down the moon
With irresistible prose
Poetry as incantation
“Hex or Bless” says the muse
All are one in spiraling yapping
The mystery of the magickal hag
Is in her incessant nagging
No one listens/All are moved
Power shared is power lost
A word to the wise
Pay attention!
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