Guest Poetess & Wild Wanderess, Gwenivere Weiss shares a passionate poem hot of her poetic presses.
Tag: Prose
Dear Misogyny, You are not Evil. You are Lost, and You are Loved, Unconditionally.
Guest Writer, Lilith Lavender writes on reconciling with misogyny. Thank you for inspiring me to show up in the world and to dare to be seen.
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.
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.
Foxy Magic
A wild musing, an adventure of our choosing, in the high hills of Crested Butte's wilderness thrills, we crossed paths with this foxy creature, who appeared to us as a great teacher. So we leaned in close as she began to speak, to hear her wisdom and embrace what she had to teach— "Be swift, quick, … Continue reading Foxy Magic
Empathy Warrioress.
She feels between-the-lines, of what others do not express. She reads between-the-wines, for what goes unexpressed. She's a feeler of the world, filled with the wealth of inner success.
The Realness of You.
Another poetic memoir from my Vulnerablity Vault of "things to scared to share" written in late Spring of 2012 in the height of a budding summer romance.
Ms. Carriage
I woke up and just knew. Just a few nights before, with my beloved at my side, both looking up into the sky, I said from deep inside, "if it is so, then show up in a shooting star." It did. Just then. Right there. I swear. The words had barely left me. I wished for … Continue reading Ms. Carriage
Love. The Capitalized Kind. Finalé
We like to think, or want to believe that our way of love is right. Right? When I’m really honest with myself, I certainly do.
The Waves Reveal Our Caves
We are like the pulled pieces of rock and stone slowly smoothed& weathered by water's greatest endeavor...
Menstrala School 