dear stone garden: you smell of magnolia damiana, sweet orange and rose yesterday he built me a country where he stretched his long shadow and i laid flat where i could sleep (there may be mud on the carpet tonight) i lazy the bed to question my ego i throw love when...
the woods are waiting for me tonight, dear stone fruit: so i run fast over the wild land of returning paths destiny chasing my heels, i enter changing woman weaving house where the otherworld is everywhere weaving the integrity of emeralds, sacred lovers tenderness in...
his hands are an old marriage wrinkles of care and i sink into folds of touch is touch, years in the making holding on holding strong but even strength is fragile i hold steadfast under strain but i too need to be held and this is how we loved years of lines...
sweet child of mine, i know you worry but look around twilight shadows have fallen tucking in the earth and the night is busy too as she wraps stars into the hair of the goddess moon who is preparing to dance in lushness with princes from distant lands so lay your...
november falls and like deep magick,it smells of cold amber, cold enoughto hold us to absolute honestyi walk sharpened by desire to followred hawk and wolf for half a moonalong the tender edges, where something else begins sometimes trees grow far too wide to hide...
