it's so comfrey

(comfrey)

we all need someplace
to feel the comforts of home
it's probably within

nature's healing salve
will bind all imagined wounds
and the real ones too

what do women want?
though I would not speak for all
we have common ground

the Earth is fertile
mysterious and layered
explore it gently

water droplets form
on the shower wall, on me
practice writing there

I try out the words
caressed by truth condensing
let them fall like rain

intolerant

they may seem kind, but
charity and tolerance
can be heartbreaking

root veggies

sacred red spirals
delicious fruit of the earth
color me crimson


if I eat all those
sweet and spicy ginger beets
my poop will be red

flicker or flame

no matter
a flicker or flame
it's all fire

divide then
multiply the light
unify

the riverside

staying clean
has not helped my quest
for healing

embrace then
these muddy waters
and be washed

un-shoulder
the weight of the world
it's not yours

princess quinn

curled on ornate cloth
regal decoration rules
with her tone of voice

circles of women

sisterhood of dreams
inspired by each other
new stories take shape

scent of a woman

malaysia
oil in the bottle
smells like me

(thanks to Iris Herbal)

washing my hands

bound by laws
written on my palm
who wrote them?

what happens
if I wash my hands
of old rules?

water runs
ink washes away
I'm free now