In my darkest, most indulgent moments, I yearn to birth a great, long-tongued demoness into this world. She would be conceived on an Autumn evening..
I don’t want my daughter to grow up pure; I want her to grow up whole mourns the mother of a rape victim in the..
Permit me, those with raised brows who suck their teeth at recklessness, to invoke my inner temptress tonight. Just for the few hours between dusk..
I am summoned by the whispers of the terrified maidens, the broken down mothers and the tired crones. Their voices beckon me from my shallow,..
My too-grey world is on the cusp of Spring, and the ghost of a friend long-gone wakes me with a challenge: “I dare you, woman...
After a long walk down a dark overgrown path, I am starting to see the light that first called me to this journey through the..
The sun slowly begins to descend into the depths of the underworld, the last breath of it leaving behind the glorious golden glow in the..
My poorly painted eyes snapped open, breaking the crusty seal of tears and mascara, and I held my breath until my ribs ached. Yes, this..
(Photo by: Annegret Arnold) I met Adriaan years ago when I was living in Berlin. I want to say it was December 2008. It was..
Just after dusk when, but for the trees, the snow and sky seem as one, I squint to see your twisted horns in my woods...
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