Our outer light giving way to shed light on the inner realm. That which we can't see, but but sense. That which we don't know, but will.
Ever suddenly been moved to tears and not know why? These tears you weep, from way down deep...…
Guest Poetess & Wild Wanderess, Gwenivere Weiss shares a passionate poem hot of her poetic presses.
Anita's heart was one of a Revolutionary...“For me, the truth has to be absolute. A relative truth is a half-truth and a half-truth is just a half-lie.” - Anita Garibaldi
Without Joan of Arc, there may be no France. Both her tongue and wit were as sharp as the sword she later carried.
Guest Writer This Week! Featuring a poem about women who not only run with wolves, they dance.
"Compassion is a call, a demand of nature, to relieve the unhappy as hunger is a natural call for food." - The Patron Saint of Prostitutes