Angelica Root, Hydrangea, Yerba Santa, and Vetiver infused with a pinch of salt to use for a banishing during the Black Moon.

Three legged dogs roaming the streets out here.  Dirt poor and lying she runs an extension cord from her trailer to there’s and watches the local news, eats pot pies from the frozen isle.…

Someone invoked Jesus. She heard he was a good man yet remained unmoved. There’s a song and perscription of medicine on the water which we draw out on a stick. There’s a howling within us…

Not made but born he said,  sent her 4 campaign flags and rubies from Iraq. War horse who never came home. God is a Green Beret.  Let’s honor him- A Song for the Warriors

My mother’s womb was a sandbox,  sandbox as in war of the desert.  We tossed the family name into the pit on our way to buy a pickle from the corner store.

he says things with his mouth cruel things monstrous things thinks it’ll be ok when he forgets she stays awake remembering sees whole seas and countries between them a chasm, gorge, huge fissure he…

I know how people die, how they age, become invisible, dimmed,  without importance.  No one sees them and they fade, have no voice,  only mouth words, no sound, they are neutered or spayed.  I…

I try to remember when I lost myself. I am using landmarks,  weather, Sun and Moon to track disappearance. Seasons where I was mist. Seasons when my thoughts were truncated.  I was erased like…

Bought this at Trader Joe’s.  Loving it.