Woke Men, Stop Shitting On Women by Trelawney Grenfell-Muir —

Woke Man is often a Leader of some kind, someone Well Respected for his Work in some sort of Important Progressive Cause. Woke Man may, understandably, think pretty Highly of himself. He’s got quite a Clever Sense of Humor, you see. He’s got Helpful Insights and Wise Advice. He is Compassionate and Committed to Justice. […]… Read More Woke Men, Stop Shitting On Women by Trelawney Grenfell-Muir —

Poetry – Communication – a poem to the expansion of minds that takes place when we talk and listen to each other. — Opher’s World

Poetry – Communication – a poem to the expansion of minds that takes place when we talk and listen to each other. There is nothing better than a debate, discussion and argument between friends as we pierce the truth of all we know. For only in the sharing, thinking through and weighing up can we… Read More Poetry – Communication – a poem to the expansion of minds that takes place when we talk and listen to each other. — Opher’s World

she.

she. “Enemy Spirits, Come to finish my fate Nothing you do Can cause me to dissipate I am forever I am EVER, For and Ever I am Always, Now and Then I am of the gods My gods, your gods and theirs Make mincemeat of your decisions Deal you heartbreak, make u have care She’s… Read More she.

the use for veils.

  Up a staircase Winding round I say nothing Eyes Wide Down Powdered footsteps Open like gravel road U say nothing No breaking the moment’s hold Asbestos powdercase Eyelashes by Mold We touch fingertips Sudden. Bold. Crunchy black taffeta Shiny Patent Waste Bodies; barely bent! Still not visible-Our Haste In & Out, Up & Down… Read More the use for veils.

bloodlust.

      I want your blood Like I want your sex I wish we’d fuck Like we never met I want your taste Copper-burnt but sweet I want your brains Tongue inside your meat Spread it ‘round like goo Dripping from the tip Lap it up, all fours! Yeah I am that bitch This… Read More bloodlust.

The Disconnect

“The source is within, so there is no need for seeking validation indiscriminately or masochistically from the outside, nor for trying to make the environment friendly in order to get support, nor for appeasing others for reward.” – from the chapter ‘Suffering & Standing Separate,’ via the text Descent to the Goddess: A Way of… Read More The Disconnect

Private Life

In the Darkness of beginning night, The confusion of what should be, I gave him my little black heart, Then I gave him my little jewel; perfection like one from Tiffanys! When alone now, I can hear his voice When alone I can feel his touch His perfume comes out of my throat His decorum… Read More Private Life

Les Amants des Morte

*disclaimer – naughty words and heavy sexual connotation; also, an original poem from me to an ex lover* Everytime we fuck, I die, Lovers of Death, you and I Make-believers in fate, you and me Troublemakers connected; destiny! Little Death, Oxycontin, Dopamine When together, even the Heavens stop for our scene, Memnoch the Devil, Dionysis… Read More Les Amants des Morte

The 10yr anniversary of her death was this past August…many will only remember her records and music videos, but i’ll always ever remember her as the Dark Goddess personified, dancing to the sounds of the depths of this very earth. Also this is just bitchin, when it comes to reminiscing on failed love. #RIP Aaliyah… Read More

Poetry Shelf poets on poems: Rachel Lockwood on essa may ranapiri’s ‘she cut her face shaving’

Originally posted on NZ Poetry Shelf:
                             ‘She Cut Her Face Shaving’ essa may ranapiri (from ransack, Victoria University Press, 2019) essa may ranapiri’s work frequently explores the uncomfortable boundaries that exist in binary gender, and uses form and technique to push readers away from conventional approaches to both gender and poetry.? Everything in their…

Interweaving

Originally posted on Ophidian Obscurite:
? Yesterday I conducted a Keeping her Keys ritual intended to interweave the Upper Self, Bodily Self and Under-Self. It was not initially intended to do the ritual on the full moon but I do believe to some degree that going with a gut instinct of ‘rightness’ in terms of…

A Pair of Pearls and Funny Girls

Originally posted on Bonnywood Manor:
A biography, in snippets… ? Barbara Joan Streisand, day one, dripping wet: “Hello!” Ida, mother, catching her breath after the nexus exodus, looking down: “Meh. Maybe the next one will be prettier.” Barbara: “But I can sing and dance and crack jokes!” Ida: “That’s nice. Here, play with this Matzah…

MARITAL RAPE

Originally posted on Moody Tales:
I jolted when my hand touched the hot cup of Chai. With thoughtslooming over, I headed to the dining table where my husband and in-laws were discussing news and politics. As I craned my neck to seethe clock, I realized it was time for me to head over for work.Although…

That Woman

Originally posted on Nelly Cherry:
You are that woman Despite anyone’s views or judgments You are that woman who can do it all You are that woman who can have it all You are that woman who can set the bar high Not needing permission to achieve your ambition You are that woman who can…