Today in Portland Don't bother to wash. Don't bother to rinse. Just repeat. And repeat. And repeat. Yesterday, a queer widow with a six-year old While her new...

Don't bother to wash.
Don't bother to rinse.
Just repeat. And repeat. And repeat.
#sometimesIwrite #SometimesItHelps

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My heart is heavy. I need you here,
not as comfort but as collision.
Touch me, burn me back to life.
I’m a sphere of fire spilling from a silver cup,
cracking open, gold leaking out.
When the shell breaks,
only flame remains,
and it will dance free.

#WitchLife #SometimesIWrite

You watched me torn apart,
flesh to bone, bone to dust.
A coven for each other, never for me.
Feast on my flesh, false allies.
I’ll thrive, familiar at my side.
Spirits, Devil, His Bride,
I am not alone.
By my death, I’ll own you.
I survive.

#WitchLife #SometimesIWrite #CrossroadsCollective

I let you glimpse me,
insecurities, passions, all of it.
Not weakness, but power.
Fear the #Witch who leaps into chaos with the Gods at hir back.
I raise my bloodied heart in offering.
Our eyes meet.
I step into vulnerability,
and let you touch it.

#WitchLife #Poetry #SometimesIWrite to #Hekate

Just finished my first draft for a new short film. A mob trio, the city, the woods, oh my. #script #actor #sometimesiwrite #shortfilm #filminwa #film #pnw