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