Poem of the Week: Bloodstone Mirror by Cleo Bell Minutes tick weeks float like the snow transition from Mother to Crone— reading...

You’ll drown me, and I’ll let you— and I’ll love it— because I’m safe with you.

sun shines through leaves casting rhythms dancing light and free

(Poem of the Week) She Picked You But then she didn’t Needing something in the moments past the untouched of what was hinted. She did...

(Poem of the Week) A thought blows in I take a breath Wonderin’ where he is There’s just somethin’ about that man Dancing eyes—wicked...

Poetry in chance I gaze / upon a page a pic a post / I'm lost now / my plans are toast . . . lucid dreams this dark, wet night

I'll loung in the tree tops purring /I'll hop through the brush in a scurry /I'll charge through rivers /or cut ocean waters /I'll chatter /

New Passages my warmth of living from within— grew like the sun— a supernova spreading through my soul shocking my heart scorching my...