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Sending little notes

Emotional bread crumbs

Into the ether

Straining eyes and ears

For the slightest response

As if a ghost –

A vapor –

Might take the bait

And, hearing my words,

Whisper them back.


The goddess is the moon

The god is the stag

They are separate, they are one.

Of course it was always going to be this.

Of course.

Here’s to running

Alone, together

Wild and free

Into the moonlit night.

Venus Awakens [draft, idea]

They always get it wrong –

The painters, the poets.

I am not a pale and useless waif

Blonde and weak, forlorn and longing.

Disappointment is not my style.


I am born of the Sea,

the very daughter of Kronos.

My bosom cradles the mysteries of life.

Why should I long for any man?

My silken hair is as dark as night,

The moon herself dances upon it.

My body is freckled, supple and soft,

A great feast forbidden to most.

Obsidian eyes that pierce the soul,

Gleaming with golden flecks of mischief.

A blinding smile that

Resonates with the energy of the Sun,

Beaming light onto him

Who is invited to look upon’t.


They always get it wrong,

The epics, the legends.

Can no one see me for what I am?

Enchantress is my way,

Love is my power,

Beauty is my weapon,

Truth is my secret.

My truest form is seldom revealed

But to him who asks, offers, prays.


Leave me a worthy offering, Beloved.

Kneel at my feet and worship.

Sacrifice yourself to me entirely

And I will lay bare my soul.

Get it right, I charge you,

So that I may be magnified again.


I want to die an old woman

Smirking in her sleep

Dreaming about all the rules I broke

All the hearts, too.

I want to have been several women

By then,

Having lived myriad lives

The thought of dying only saddens me

When I think

Of disappointing myself.


I am so tired

Of being kicked in the chest

By powerful men

I am smarter


Braver by half

I keep proving myself

They keep stealing from me

My work, my words, my body, my truth

It’s hard being so fierce


I just want it to end.

I am so tired.

Yellow Legal Pad Circa 2006

I am never

Not thinking

About him.


It is not a testament to your choices,

This life I choose to lead.

It is a testament to my strength.

Moon in A Box, or Life Story 4

He was enchanted

By her luminous glow

And sought at once

To possess her.

He reached up high

Pulled her down low

And put up a fence

Around her.

She was no longer worshipped

No one admired

Her grace, her magic,

Her splendor.

No songs were sung

No petitions, no prayers

Only darkness

Confusion, despair.

The moon had been plucked

From her beloved sky


And put in a box.

Never again would she

Call in the tides

Or cast ocean waves

Upon rocks.

But she was the moon!

A goddess, by right!

And she simply refused to

Give up the night.

So she kissed him goodbye,

Restoring herself

Among the stars

In the heavenly realms.

Now when a man is enchanted

With our goddess moon

And bids her

Please come down

She winks and she shines

And she sweetly declines


Preferring her crown.


Sometimes time runs backwards

And sometimes beggars do choose

Sometimes silence is deafening

And sometimes to win is to lose.

Rainbows aren’t always colorful

Stars don’t always shine

Sometimes lies are the only truth

The sourest grapes make the sweetest wine.

Sometimes the day feels like night time,

And sometimes we sow what we reap

Sometimes the hymn is not sung in church

Sometimes the wolf is a sheep.

Sometimes insanity grounds us

And sometimes darkness is light

Sometimes love doesn’t conquer all

Our blindness allows us clear sight.