as will you & I at dawn and dusk [a poem]

Maybe I was beautiful Once, behind the dust veil Lace dancing on the light Blessing the space our souls danced In the ballroom between our lips. I look over my shoulder at you, demure smile Mystery learned from your secret-keeping ways Will it hurt you to count the others that have waltzed here since you left…

microcosm [a poem]

One of the areas in which I have experienced extraordinary growth over the past few years, this last one in particular, is my spirituality. I grew up with a particular leaning towards favouring science, viewing it as though it were separate from all the rest of the concepts. As the rebel daughter of a Tarot reader,…