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Poem: Feverflesh and The Milk of Silence

Feverflesh

What a wretch

I take solace in orange pieces

Tiny severed vaginas

Which irrigate

The desert of my throat

I don’t mean to moan; 50 more words

POetry

She who is Nameless

The feminine blooms the most when she knows she is the very orbit of the earth.

So won’t you spiral with her?

Let her swallow you whole into the magma of her blazing body. 64 more words

The Divine Feminine

Healing Doll (Rose)

ROSE (2015)

Rose embodies the capacity that all women have for healing within themselves.

I created Rose for a friend who has recently had a hysterectomy. 149 more words

Creativity

Maha Abhishekum - The Goddess Transformed

She returns dishevelled, tired yet radiant
Triumphant from battle that raged for eons
To her citadel grim and grand
Soaked in blood guts and glory… 235 more words

Poetry

FUCK PINK

BLUE was my favorite color as a girl. I had a blue coat, a blue 10-speed, and a blue aluminum bat. I’m not sure if I really loved blue or if blue was a statement–AGAINST the color–to which I had been culturally assigned. 653 more words

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Next Show - This Thursday!

Happy Tuesday!

Our next AWAKE show is this Thursday, March 26th. Every little detail you would ever need is below.

Where: The Raven Playhouse – 5233 Lankershim Blvd., North Hollywood, CA 91601 – Parking on adjacent streets… 102 more words

AWAKE Shows

country mouse

Saturday is a softer day to arrive in the city.
Less honking, less sirens, less helicopters circling, less rushing, less children whining.

And yet, almost immediately, I feel engulfed by the enormity of the population here, lives stacked upon lives, in in high rise after high rise, while my closest neighbor in the country is a pond or a hill or several acres away. 256 more words

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