A tremendous power is held in bond… She is a sleeping dragon guarding… Waiting for the right person to re… Waiting to transform into the womb… She is a woman with no name and no…
A map has four directions. The native Americans worshiped th… A standard compass uses the Earth… A moral compass also uses two dire… When I am grounded my compass poi…
SnakeWoman by Chris Warren Smith A woman by day. A snake by night. One brings you fright.
Dear god, You have been behind all that I h… Yet we still have more work to do. May you use me as a conduit for yo… You have guided me through the Da…
The ocean calls. Pele summons. The island beckons. Sun, sea and surf Over land, roads and turf.
She looks into the mirror as she puts on her war paint. One finger at a time. A different color for each emotion… She is a warrior. A spiritual sol…
She picks up her drum. Asks for it’s permission. Her hands caress it. The skin of the living meets the skin of the dead.
The night sky is our lost mytholog… No longer do we look to the stars… No longer do we sit in awe of the… So behold the immensity of the sky… And recognize the infinite capacit…
I’m grateful to see the full moon… I’m not sure why. I suppose only a celestial body ca… So I cry. I howl at the moon with… When the moon comes out I don’t t…
Everyday you look for someone out… You look for something out there. When you are lonely you look for a… When you are scared you search for… When you are sad you seek sympathy…
How lonely it can be to write. My bride is this white computer sc… Constantly staring at me. Always receptive. To write is to challenge solitude.
You are under the command of three… The voice in your head. The voice in your mouth. And the voice from your pen. Which voice is yours?
A face like a porcelain doll. But it doesn’t smile So serious all the time I sometimes imagine her Showing me her teeth
What is it about an opinion that m… What is it that we are trying to p… Does anyone want to hear it beside… Am I simply giving unsolicited ad… Doesn’t it just create an offensiv…
Many years go a woman was walking… It was long and windy, stretching… It had sharp barb’s on it preventi… She touched it and cut herself. Her blood dripping on the grass.
