My faith in You has carried me through.Or was it my faith in me?
Fiction
“Blessed be water, our first mother. Bless the humility, always willing to take the shape of whatever otherness holds it. Bless the…
Solitude is my sanctuary. In that space, everything rises to the surface, angels and demons and hybrid spirits caught in…
She walks how I feel. She swaggers, her impatience in her hips. She doesn’t have much time for anything but her…
I travel into darkness to see my reflection in an unseen ocean, for that is where my soul resides. An ethereal image, a ghost in…
A poem
Ancient magic pulses through the red earth;