do you remember your purpose, dear one?Read More
i dare you:
try to tame me
try to tame this wild, burning flesh...
i do not want to sleep
for i will wake up alone,
the light of a winter morning
streams through my window,
the stillness of silence
of an empty home
where you should be.
Mortem Eclipsim - She is an eclipse, a radiant beam of light, a shadow-dancer whose feet trace the earth like the women before her.Read More
i am a temple made of gold and light bound together by prayerRead More
This is a call to spirit, I am open to listen...Read More
A poem for the wild women of the worldRead More