Knitted...Knotted...Mirror... Mirror...

There is little sleeping...well, I hope soon to be sleeping~but not until I share some feelings that have been manhandled by a lot of...

I was up late just rereading a ritual and imagining myself moving through each part. I am up late and no one esle is awake in the house...

I am working with my friend Elaine to get some art in for Poetic License show. She came over last weekend and we had a lot of fun! I...

There is a lot that I would like to say to you - just between me and you - now that your everywhere. it is just between me and...

My beautiful mother Cindy - Loving and protecting her little ones.... The last time I posted was June 9th. I had a plan to post the...

The building of this place - our space - has taken time to create. The current state of our 5th dimension: expansive and intimate. There...

Unbeknownst to the reader I am bare, part of my routine to write this morning - nothing, to get me to sit down and focus - clothing an...

(a poem about promises, passage, and presence) This is about promises - or rites of passage - a privilege, to calm waters and safe...

<3 Happy Nuit Day <3 I am grateful.

...my devotional body... coiled my lips yearn to move my tongue to smooth my form just a billet-doux saying I love you wanting...

I am going to learn how to sew some clothing. Currently, I am collecting resources. The sewing machine of interest is the Singer Heavy...

Chest opens— the first signal, an exchange, carbon released. Prearranged, this spiraled interplay, rekindled by the flame, alveoli...

My name is Patience, though I often go by “Elicitwords” because I’m constantly trying to elicit words that express my inner feelings and...

I love you. My forever friend.

Glasya-Labolas lingers, An unconsecrated presence, obediently moving, Swelled with joy for an anticipated end. On this heavy night,...

Hail to My Existence Hail to my existence, I stand as me, where I take pride to be. Within this vast humanity, Amongst those who exalt...

Your Memory is a Blooming Light In fields of purple, where flowers sway, Your reflection's bright as you played, delight. With laughter...

Mind of mine Nothing caught To wrought In my mind of mine No bome to set Flesh pinked to wet Mind for mine Single spec at rest With soft...

The Sun Shines Differently bright a flare, your will...your way so many doors have been opened time passes eventually, all opportunities...