I am of lower class, a shame and have friends and family that you cannot bring home. You will never bring me home. I will never make enough money or own enough anything because…

  into a dark woodno shawl or shoesusnea and eggshells crushed underfootthe lichen here is seashellis laria Is a memory she lives often driftwood smoke. smells like winter staying up until the fire turns blueturn of…

love is a scent that I couldn’t get rid of aired out the house lit candles Worked spells Walked outside and hollered for my own self from the front door an echo nothing came…

  she sings songs of velvet songs of starsto the war bird that can travel farsome call her the screech owlshe isscreaming childa woman gone mad winged sorcererand two women talking blinddeafshe comes to balance

  effective priests of the natural worlds contruct magic and ceremony anywhere and need no trinkets or charms. they have commited to memory the names and uses of the plants, sacred songs and chants…

  sunrise-Lady’s Mantel, it’s been a long timesince i’ve seen youDew HolderEarly Onethank you for this visionthank you for this medicine midnight-i can’t tell you how it is herehow it even showed itselfbut it…

  still in the lower worldof caves and hollowsswitchbacks under the roots of the belladonnahere, a lossand i reach for youthat loon answers from the riverapproach of wintershe shows her slender white handi can see…

Image Takato Yamoto I’m just a common woman. No healer, holy one, priest, medicine this or that, specializing in whatev. I’m same same as the rocks, trees, mud, air etc. Being born human and…

    in the city of priests and healers a clouding fireengulfed my housei stood in the middle of it alone with a hosei now live in the camp of beggars and thievessurrounded by love and…