Myth (Dear Terence)

Kelli Lynn Grey
Nov 4 · 4 min read
Image by Pexels from Pixabay

The following is a prose poem written as a letter to the late modern day mystic Terence McKenna.

Yesterday, I met a priestess in her kitchen, where she sat smoking and drinking wine, and I sat stemming with my left leg, my place on The Spectrum showing, as I spoke about my divorce, and my cancer and offered to show the artist joining us my reconstructed breast.

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Kelli Lynn Grey

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I write like a motherf**ker. Specialties = Cannabis, civil rights, art, self, parenting & education. To learn more, visit my site: www.kellilynngrey.com.

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To be BAMF is to be “bad” AF by showing up daily to meet your evolving self exactly where you are. Featuring poems & essays by Kelli Lynn Grey, BAMF MAG is a companion to the imprint BAMF Books. Both explore one woman’s approach to a BAMF life.

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