She Opened the Door


Trigger Warning!



She Opened The Door


The Visitor


She opened the door and Pandoras Box flew in. Doorbell rang. Evil answered. Violence ensued. Death severed all Love ties.


SHE COVET HER…………….

SHE WERE A SMOKESTACK DAYWALKER FALSE TO HER BONES. STORM SURGE. RETURN HURRICANES TORNADOES TSUNAMI……..




July 10, 1974


Story of Ten

Was it her fault? She was only ten. How could she know? But guilt and shame will follow to the grave. Woman said that She was Mommas friend. Or so she said. Friend is a term of convenience loosely translated.

Ten ran to get help but it was already too late. As it usually is. But eventually Ten grew up and became Twenty.


Enter into the darkness allowing it to enter your immortal mind. Feed your Night Terrors.

Future Mothers day Journeys take on New meaning.


Lightning Saber. Growth Shifter.

Found her as an abandoned forgotten kitten cub alone in the Forest. Fed her. Housed Her. Trained Her. Loved Her well. Tiny Sleek Glossy Obsidian terror.

Loyalty to a fault.


Lightning Saber was a not so Secret gift from the Really Really Old Old Man with six toes on each foot.


Long ago it was predicted that our enemies would be destroyed by Light aka Lightning. She wields the Saber of Judgment and death.

The Really Really Old Old Man was suckled by the bare breasted boy Tree. An Arboreal species gifted with both sap secreting mammary glands along with testicular organs with the ability to produce seeds. Thus enacting the process of Self pollination.


Howlin’ Wolf




Twenty grew strong from military service. Twenty grew bold gaining courage from years of abuse. Twenty learned to Never back down.

Twenty laid Her trap well lacing it with sweetness and light. Gladly entering the spider’s web excited with a sense of her own importance. Getting stuck was pure Joy.

Devious female took the bait while sharp Saber took her life.


Firmly cast into the abyss. Murderous soul awakening dead.

Warrior Woman spirit finally flew Free. Mommas Soul Rejoiced.



The Deed done Saber once again Kitten sized jumped into my arms. Clasping her to my breast feeling her soothing purring rhythms.




Mommas Day Memories

An Abandoned Prayer


An Abandoned Prayer


Like a Prayer abandoned on the Street. Entangled in bristles, thistles and Thorns. Tassles of Arteries and veins held together with dirt, clay and determination.

Hunchbacks of soil encase S-shaped spine. Skewers of sticks, rocks and Bones pierce my sides.


Roots pulled violently from the Earth yet not pulled apart. Therein lies my hidden strength. Palatine Realms are found in Dead Doorways.

Muscles and sinews exposed to unfamiliar daylight.


Souls came with me as I was ripped from my terrestrial womb. Eruptions of long gone Voices suddenly displaced from home. Not so Silent surrender. Songs and Dreams dispersed floating driftfully seeking sanctuary.


Head bent forward. Seated alone while being ignored by passersby.


Will I become sawdust or mulch washed away by the rain. The Valued parts of me became a plank, a board, an Artist Table.

Am I not as good as those housed in white walled sepulchres?


Then came one who saw my deeply entrenched Holy Beauty.

She who with loving rituals committed my energy to time and eternity. My Memory lives on Thanks to Her. Cosmic Travel lives on.


I see you She said. I see the authentic natural real you.