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

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...

"Well, the Ides of March are come." Long before the betrayal of Caesar Mars. Imagine divinity veiled in measures, calculations, and...

As I enter the season of celebrated love I’m arranging the space of my heart, with doors. valves, and chambers. This gives me an...

As a way forth to revolution amidst realms of oppression. As if a hawk clenches your fist while the earth shakes in motion. This is once...

this is sacred when you snuggle into me and move your toes into mine when your breath becomes heavy and slow and the night takes over...

(hello…I’’m Jet) soon we will be welcoming a new feline friend into our menagerie. his name is Jet, and he is sweet, black, and long. ...

I'm aging....more so noticeably in these last few years - I hope I'm doing it gracefully. ♥️♥️♥️

It will be almost a year since i have seen Cosmo- Josh and I left on a cruise and though i created many avenues for the wild bird I...