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

Witches and Mediums

Everywhere I go, I find a poet has been there before me.
                                                        -Sigmund Freud  

Seeing People

“I see people” I say indignantly
“What are you talking about?”
We see, but we don’t see
In order to see people
We must first become invisible
Become a void

In reality, it may truly be years
And years upon years since we
Actually saw people

What we really see are ghosts cloaked in
The costumes appropriate for our
Life Drama
We are feverishly producing
A cinematic wonder
No one will ever watch

For all are producers of their own
And no one has the time to see you
A few have dared to step outside the process

In so doing they saw the farce
“Wake Up, O Sleeper rise from the dead”
It’s all useless illusion
We are missing each other
We are missing ourselves