Raw and holy
this wood ground,
where the people of my tribe
gather early on Sunday morning
to offer their sweat and tears.
I bring my wild and wounded love
right to your altar
ripe as a summer peach
Surrender to the dust, all day and all night, the white witch sugars my skin.read more
I felt the first pang of summer’s end,
the way the darkness begins
to outshine the light.
The river glowed today
her face freckled with sun.
She hummed and bubbled
with a new song.
If you say the word trust to yourself five times fast,
do you start to believe it?
If you suck on it
like a butterscotch candy
your grandpa gave you,
does it get sweeter to swallow?
I wish you mouthfuls of laughter and warm cozy hands and bowls of nourishing soup and starry-starry light glittering at the periphery of your eyes as if someone or something is tapping you gently on the shoulder, whispering a song from your childhood that makes you smile and weep at the same time, in a good way, like when you know who you are.read more
Say yes to an invitation from Hades
received in a handwritten scroll
tied with a white string
hidden in a rock crevice
and read one evening
as the moon sliced the sky
At 1pm on Saturday, we don our white bee suits. Me in a hip length jacket, and Annelies, my 82 year old spirit-mother, decked out in full jumpsuit. We zip each other’s heads and faces into the protective netting
and slowly approach the hive.
I bought the jade earrings today
the ones shaped like butterfly wings