Into the Darkness (poem)

Into the Darkness (poem)

On days like these, cold and rainy, I feel a pull from the deep from the dark, womb of the earth, source of all things.

There Have Always Been Women’s Hips (poem)

There Have Always Been Women’s Hips (poem)

Through centuries of sunrises and sunsets, there have always been women’s hips. Hips swaying under the stars, dancing to the rhythm of the wind, singing the songs of our ancestors, worshiping the very life they create.