My Dear, These Tears You Weep

Ever suddenly been moved to tears and not know why? These tears you weep, from way down deep...…

The Magic Eye of The Aspen

See with the eyes that allow you to open your mind, feel with your whole heart, and sense with your entire body. — Magic of the Aspen Tree Crested Butte, CO Summer 2017

The One Who Lights Kindling

Guest Poetess & Wild Wanderess, Gwenivere Weiss shares a passionate poem hot of her poetic presses.

I Stand.

You stood before me, held my hands in yours truly. You spoke with an unwavering faith in WE...

The Meaning of Winter

Winter is the womb where Spring finds the room, to give way to Summer where she is in full bloom. Then falls into Autumn like the leaves to their resting tomb. Home again. We find ourselves. In the deep Winter of our womb.

The Dance

Guest Writer This Week! Featuring a poem about women who not only run with wolves, they dance.

A Fire Burned in their Names…

To Thee—who feels broken, maimed, and overly-tamed,  misguided and trained to feel so much disdain. To Thine—who wants to be awoken, reclaimed, and untamed, inner-guided to feel the melody of being unchained.