Lent Poetry: Cats

I watch from above or behind the curtains from the end of the bed the box in the corner I talk to you when I need something and sit on you when i want to or when you’re sad or sick or happy I will ignore you sometimes and sometimes you will ignore me but […]

Lent Poetry: Calling

the shift in energy the tilt of the dial spirits come and go but always remind me that I am Priest The Universe always tells me with a text from a friend or the cawing of a Crow I am Priest I am always Priest

Lent Poetry: Moving Day

and as I sat there I felt the energy of us melt away from the house until, finally they said “We’re done.” I signed the papers turned out the lights locked the doors and suddenly it was the place we once lived in and not home