Ancient Poetry
I am ancient The kind of ancient that crushes skin into lines so deep that civilizations grow in the ravines Don't be fooled by reincarnation Sometimes I feel like an ocean stuck in a vase told to keep a flower alive that's dying when all I'm made to do it...
How Beautiful You Are
If you could only see just how beautiful you are How your cells are stars on a canvas of midnight dreams The rhythmic brush strokes on your holy grail that keep spring coming The precious folds of your skin and bones meeting the consciousness of your soul in...
War Against the Masculine
There is a war against the Divine Masculine. I don’t know the inner workings of what it feels like. I’m not a man. I just see the results from the outside. Hear stories from the men I love. And the stories on the news of those who need more love. I know...
You are Worthy
Women, we have patterns in us that have been braided so tightly we think they’re natural. Like the hair on our head or the skin around our bones. Yet these patterns are not natural. Actually, they work in opposition to life and in order for us to truly live,...
Mermaid of the Magdalene
I never resonated with the classic starfish in the hair, Barbie style mermaid, nor the dark fanged, lure sailors to their death version. There was something more mystical and sacred regarding my desire to live under the sea. That the mermaid essence I’m most aligned...