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Trauma of the Ancestors  7 generations back, my DNA was shaped, turning on this marker, switching off that one.   7 generations ago, choices...

Dipped in the ink of dreams half-forgotten, Scribbled across a midnight sky Angels dancing on the backs of dragons as pitch black rain fills...

Magic: flies on the edge of the storm, flits on the tips of hummingbird wings, flows in the veins of all beings. It is the way the ai...

embraced by inner darkness I warm myself by the last ember of light                           fear circles my soul like starving wild an...

Mirages snake across the road like watery serpents on an asphalt sky Ancestor spirits dance in the corner of my eye Time catches my heels an...

The Earth mourns Grieving for the loss of what is holy mourning for the squandering of what is hallowed agonizing over the disappearance of ...

Little girl,     with wild                 flower               hair. Paint and dirt and sunshine       scattered across your face;...