by amba | Nov 27, 2021 | Healing, maiden mother crone
We sit and stare at each other I am the liberated female which gives me the right to cook dinner to clean the house to mow the yard to raise the children to paint the basement to plant the flowers to wash the dishes to work and earn a living to fix the broken things...
by amba | Nov 26, 2021 | maiden mother crone, motherhood
Did too Did not Did too Did not Did to Did not Did to Did not Did to Did not Did what Don’t know
by amba | Nov 22, 2021 | maiden mother crone, mother
In my imagination as I got older There would be laughter there A full cabin with children scampering Sleeping on screened in porches Listening to the whippoorwills Calling to the owls Then I stopped and I looked at my imagination And I thought about the long drive...
by amba | Nov 18, 2021 | Uncategorized
I read the words like I am ravenous for them I swallow them whole never pausing to chew on them in my mind I gulp them like I have a thirst I can’t quench Thousands of them I am addicted to each and every one and the places that they will take me The people they will...
by amba | Nov 16, 2021 | Demons, Healing, nature, trauma
The falling snow lay heavy and wet on the hemlock and pine weighing the limbs pushing them toward the earth. The snow whispers to them, this is how she feels when she is sad and depressed rooted unable to move Trapped like she is held by something she can’t see...
