the missed spaces, the missed places, the missed times, the missed rhymes, the missed persons I could have been or will be, the fear that restricts me, the choices that elate me, the food that prolongs, the life that kills and opens and winds up and scares and tears and screws, inspires and heightens and pitches and rolls and drowns and crowns and takes hold of and molds and breaks and pours into and empties and burns.

and here we steal away together

recorded 19.11.17

The patriarchy

Taught competition and hate

Despite, we find us

 

They put out our fires

Divided our power yet

The witches hold hands

 

Forming the circle

Gathering the dance kindling

Trust-smoke now rises

recorded 20.12.15

recorded 5.21.07