My man’s dead grandfather is calling him Home to a farm in Minnesota. A fleece of snow hides the scars of a tractor. Ploughshare tracks of fate in his palm. Ley lines, fey lines, bloodlines, plo… more →
Wolf & Goddesslahirondelle wrote 1 year ago: My man’s dead grandfather is calling him Home to a farm in Minnesota. A fleece of snow hides t … more →
lahirondelle wrote 1 year ago: ORIGINALLY POSTED ON THE NORTHLANDS: MARCH 4, 2007 Hey God, it's for you! Holy Sonnet XIV: Batte … more →
lahirondelle wrote 1 year ago: ‘Hunger, love, pain, fear are some of those inner forces which rule the individual’s ins … more →
lahirondelle wrote 2 years ago: I am Goddess. I am not “a” goddess or “the” goddess. Let’s get that … more →