Tag: Witch

Wand

Cape Meares, Oregon. August 2019 Click on image to enlarge. More images can be found here, at Elan Mudrow Images       Advertisements

We Awaken In The New Dry Day

You are like the missing rain Only the mist has been caught in the trees A thousand kisses fall to the ground Mud has formed at my feet I am on my hands Tracing your lips   Wooden steps support me The world is…

Beyond Words

She vibrates on trails high above Tunnel Falls, where lakes colder than winter wait. No one sees her, only a wake follows. Her apparition is enough to remind her of words left behind—words which cut into her skin—permanent wounds. Not the simple healing of…

Beauty

  Beauty is not looks, but the ability to look.

Before The Snow Falls Again

  The snow makes a sound When it is the most silent Spoken layers, hot tongue Venom love, words drop   The ache twists, gnarled Shoestring fingers grasp A cold hold, on a softness First appearing as steppes   So many footprints, now Lead…

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