• Hello Mr Moon, do I need to dream harder
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    Hello, Mister Moon Have you enough time? To drop by And fill my empty spoon With memories and rhymes  I am feeling tired and bland My quill needs a helping hand The poet’s barren ink well Is requesting a magic spell.  Dear Mister Moon Have you enough time? To drop by And light up my room With a dream-time pantomime 
  • bloody hands reaching through darkness
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    Will you worship the Creature?
  • a woman in a white mask with red lips wearing a fancy black dress with roses and furs
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    At face, I fit into every space But my heart, it’s Ember and Rose Squall and Night Memento Monster Serpent and Wand Mori, Vivere Thaumaturgic Grace
  • mysterious woman at desk
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    Beware the woman who patiently waits...
  • Timeworn footprints in the sand
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    My ancient limbs are wearyTimewornFrom trying to walk on waterBut I am able enoughTo leave a footprint in the sandBefore the tide returns again I am not deaf or blindMy eyes can hear the soundOf a merciless warShredding families apartThe nation’s folks areCrying rivers of tearsWhich are spirituallyFlooding their sacred towns
  • A naked woman sitting with her back to the camera
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    Sometimes I look in the mirror, and judge  the shape of my nose the curve of my brows the round of my cheeks the jut of my chin. I weigh my breasts and cradle my hips, where hollows form between muscle and skin. Am I attractive? Does beauty have a shape? Why are my father’s ...
  • September Calendar
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    slowly the chill fills the airelegantly swapping the heat for coldpetals fall and leaves change colortender memories of years pastevening seems to arrive soonermarking the holidays to comebeneath the endless cycleenergy reserves start to shapereturning the world to the quiet
  • A piece of deadwood inside an ossuary
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    I was a lonely lavender bushWith a pretty fairy-wing flowerNow!I am a rotting piece of deadwood. Last summerMy minder went on a holidayAnd left my hanging-basket homeIt was left to dry up and crumble. After!He dug out my dying rootsAnd tried to resurrect meBeyond redemptionI did not arise again. Now!In my wrinkled nakednessHe ashamedly hides ...
  • white furry branches with autumn tree background
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    Autumn is approaching, which means Halloween is lurking Chilly nights call for glowing fireplaces, creating illumination for spooky stories Colorful leaves begin to fall, revealing innumerable bony branches Fall’s vibrant beauty bestows, yet undertones of mystery arise Darkness comes sooner, providing a shroud for the undead
  • woman walking through forest alone
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    Do you know how to survive life as a woman? This poem can help.