Time’s weight as saturnine.
My last visit before great-aunt’s death.
A Christmas past and summers ago.
What is KNOWN of a perennial wounded female?
My “Tower Dream” as argument for discourse, a testament to long held discussion.
Vision from a meditation with the Dark Goddess, shadow work.
Age seven: I dreamed of a summoner.
May 2017’s art journal selections.
Promises made, every memory saved as reflections in my mind
When all seems at an end, listen for a voice calling from the darkness. And there is treasure.
Impromptu ritual marriage. Sexy times ahead. A moment of calm in the storms.
Hey, to me, you’re just a Big Bad Kitty.