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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
Pre---Moon---Shakti
PMS
I’m bothered
I’m discontent
I’m afraid
Where is the ground?
Progesterone as psychedelic
Turns, twists ties me in a knot
Spits me out in rage
I cry
Everything smells
I see all the dirt
In my house
And in myself
Where did yesterdays bliss go?
Have I gone mad?
Why would anyone love me?
I can’t be insid
It’s too small to contain my space
I am so large
Bloated with water
Bloated with birth
Ready to burst
Progesterone
Pro-yes
Gesterone-gestating
Birthing Creating
My Body
Wimmin consciousness
My vessel
My choice
My power-almost too much to endure
I’m hungry
I crave
I want, I’m ravenous
Chocolate, coffee, wine
Satiate, fill the space
Crazy bitch
Uncontrollable her-acain
Powerful volcanic goddess
Bring your offerings
Lest I cover you with my
Crimson flow
I warn you
I warn you!
And I cry
I cleanse
I flush
Don’t touch me, I can’t speak
Over stimulated
Under nourished
Under-stood
Ignored by myself
Revered by whom?
Soon the release
Soon the bloody sho
Soon the new dawn
Soon the new creation
I birth
These be the beginnings of the pangs
All is well, even in the throngs of this hell
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