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Terrestrial Medicine

pour me more earth wet, sweet soil in my cup please my cup I’ll drink it for that…

November 1, 2023

To me, poetry is meant to touch the soul and tug our heartstrings. It’s meant to reflect ourselves…

October 27, 2023

For those who don’t know, I’m writing my first fantasy novel and documenting my progress here on the…

October 23, 2023

I pull the horse hair across four strings release, let her sing she’s an angel bellowing bound to…

October 2, 2023

Old Madam Randson knew what she wanted, and what she did not. She wasted no time pining after…

September 25, 2023

I dip my toes in last eve’s ashes Kick the dust around me Marvelous whirl, afloat Tiny drifting…

September 21, 2023

My secret lies deep in the woods. The birch trees stand as sentries, strong thighs and…

September 19, 2023

“Fuckin’ hells.” Goyd pulled the skin apart and inspected the red, raw crevice between thumb and forefinger. The…

May 31, 2023

I drift and I dream and conjure fond memories of pink and sweet pine A little bit about…

May 14, 2023

sometimes I wonder who I’d be without my pen without my time alone eyes low busy describing etching…

April 26, 2023

My March certainly came like a lion and went like a lamb, but not in context to the…

April 3, 2023