Our Daughters Pull Stars from the Sky

Our Daughters Pull Stars from the Sky

Universes from Oceans Depths

She cuts Reeds from Nubian Nile Ready to craft The Holy Papyrus Scrolls summoning Life from desiccated Forms.

Call Forth the Hebrew Prince of Egypt. Performing sacred rites while reciting from Holy Scrolls.

Within each ruminations of Her and she employing that speckled eye Language to clean out ragged rustic dreams. A not so pampered She Wolf Guided by Arboreal Voices

One day a witch the next an Oracle.

Reeds for Stylus

Every hexagon honeycomb a container of worlds.

Oh Queens of Civilizations lost to time and Memory. Beseeching the Breakers of bonds. Destroyer of Delusion.

Upon being dropped from great heights through cumulus formations nearly succumbing to the lowest of Depths.

Our Wings were made stronger enabling us to Fly.

Some Flew while others took Refuge in Caves only to be impaled by stalagmites and stalagtites. Their corpses a horrendous warning to cocky explorers who fail to heed Voices of the doomed.

The Grandmother Clock bellowed in pain filled prayers.

Creeping Vines weaving out moss carpet roads giving directions to frantic minds. Covering Spaces while mending broken Places.

Name Your Tune

Calling all the writers and artists out there.

Inquiring minds want to know

I am Curious?

What music do you enjoy listening to while you create?

Today was partly George Benson and now I’m grooving to Charles Mingus.

So many different ways of Moaning

While in the Jazz Realm I pay my respects to Thelonious Monk.

Now I gotta catch the Train. John Coltrane.