My Goddesses and I

Sugared wings And toasted words flicker In the golden reflections Of elderflower And fizz, And grapes from the yard That grew in ghostly silence Beside the thorn tree. That is also where I blossomed- Beneath autumn rain And summer suns- That is where My celestial mouth Caught its first breath. And I have endured Many… Continue reading My Goddesses and I



Throwing stones at the sky Hoping they'll skip across clouds Turning air into meaning. We're definitely turning something into something, Water into wine, is it? Miracles! That's what I need, Not careless deeds, Not random acts of kindness. Holy prayers Made by holey hands... But won't the words slip right through? Can we not just… Continue reading Turning