Poetry

Feral Women

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by Gabrielle Rose  I am the women you see here before  A women in fire you branded as whore  Yes my passion is deep…

An Erogenous Universe Dreams Back

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The Moon’s dynamic psychicis a  feeling part of ourselvesthat subjectively tints. They say: perception of reality consistsof behavioral patterns and emotional conditioning. I say:…

Sapphic Awakening on the Banks of the Seine

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She turned her attention to me one last time, pushing me hard against the old stones to look deeply into my eyes.  Her pale green irises seemed especially bright against the wet, black lashes.
“Merci,” she said, her features softening.  And then she released me.

Samba Muse

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by Penelope Fate Through the sand and down streets all of them paved with truthTruth that marches to its beats, Tarine the muse leads…

PraSlavic Vessel

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Between my thighs is the warm shadow of lips,And the erotic curves of fear, beauty, myth, lustgrowing a plant of such medicineall healing starts…

queen of the night flower inspires a youtube debut 8 years in the making

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this video, unassuming and imperfect as it is, recorded on the front camera of my iphone, is a good faith deposit in the co-creative witching well of my wildest dreams: a world where i am a publicly prolific, multi-hyphenate, professional artist, embraced first and foremost by my own self, published + propelled forward into center stage by my own will and that of the audience + artists who resonate with my transmissions, eager to hold me accountable for never again hoarding my treasure chest of gifts…

You Owe Me

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by Maggie the Bartender Pay me what you owe mecuz you owe me a lot,you owe me for that trip to Cancunand that plastic…