You came into the room where I slept. Your eyes scanned my body and came to rest upon the sixth sacred flower, as did your lips. I felt this kiss awaken and align me to the great cosmic mother. Doorway through Ajna into death, the paradox of living. Who better to give me this death kiss, than she who birthed me? Now I walk with clear visions of the sacred.
Queer mother, midwife, poet, lover of ideas; finally throwing some words to the wind. My poems deal with sexuality, divorce (yes, the lesbian kind), mid-life transitions, midwifery, and anything else that strikes my fancy. Occasional strong language and content not suitable for children. From time to time I also scribble in my non-poetry blog: talesfromthequeerside.wordpress.com.
Honest poetry
Poetry and Fiction
Poetry, Essays and Books.
free thinking
An Exploration of the Shadow Side of Lost Dudeists Everywhere: Astrology, Tarot, Metaphysics, Tinfoil Hat Conspiracy Stuff, Other Weird Stuff, and sometimes Fertility Goddess Icons (Scantily Dressed Pinup Girls)
until we are read all over
where megwaf comes to waffle...
Talk Books. Drink Coffee.
Earth, Space, and Beyond
Explore the world & get lost with Louie
Trust me, I've been there, I've looked, I've searched and I know now, that there are no answers to be found in the bottom of a bottle or on the edge of a blade! Fighting Hard, Recovering, Rebuilding, REBORN. Moving on from addiction to a new life.
That's right! I write!
I open my heart, come look inside
Life somehow is chasing rainbows with a stranger; with that, you'll never be lonely.
Travel
A Dialogic Approach
Discussion of human rights and the fight against abuse. Why hate when you can love.
Unraveling the stories of page and screen.
An altruistic lover of truth and beauty's daily writings
Oral storytelling - the original alternative media
SOmething ON EVerything
Your 20s Playbook
Stories and Ideas In My Head
Philosophy / Mind / Art
Just a poet trying to live life in this world of sin.
I have people to kill, lives to ruin, plagues to bring, and worlds to destroy. I am not the Angel of Death. I'm a fiction writer.
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
"Lo esencial es invisible para los ojos"
All there is ever, is the now
In pursuit of expressing oneself.
Motivate | Inspire | Uplift
live your life in your own way
Natalie. Writer. Photographer. Etc.
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