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on my way to him a harbinger wind whipped ferociously the clouds shedding their tears. we spoke of poison and offerings of medicine losses and redemption poems and tears. tonight, my room is drenched in moonlight and I wrap the fabric of our time together around me like a cloak I want to wear more…
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what i love…
Last winter, I was leading writing workshops in a women’s homeless shelter. Â I was going through some papers recently and found this free write I did with the women using the prompt, “What I love about myself”. Â I wrote this on 1/9/15 and decided to post it because it feels good to read it….
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queen of cups
queen of cups trickling tributaries raging rivers bipolar bifurcations she, discerning choosing surrendering choosing life choosing love neither predator nor prey (finally!) an open vessel– at once overflowing and empty ready to fill and be filled
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Vampires
My friend is taking a class at Antioch called Archetypes in Classical Literature. The Vampire Archetype is the first one they are studying which brought she and I to a conversation about this Archetype and where we see it in our lives: in our relationships. Her professor, a Jungian analyst, mentioned that in vampire stories,…
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I hear songbirds and the last, dying breaths of the cicadas.
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three
it was too close to the bone so I made this instead…
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