You Wound Me

You wound me, with carefully honed precision and seemingly thoughtless words with timing, off, and a sometimes disregard for my weaknesses. You push me, when I'd rather just be held safe and fast, wrapped tight in Your arms and the knowledge that I have Your regard. You challenge me, to step out of that comfort, … Continue reading You Wound Me

Nauthiz

Need drives me. I'm not special in that; I suspect that need drives a lot of people, when (heh) the need arises. Holding what I know of myself (I'm not driven by want or by interests -- I'm more gentle in my approach when I'm writing regularly or when I'm knitting) and thinking about need, … Continue reading Nauthiz

Sex!

Oh, did that get your attention? My bad . . . It's a timely topic though, right? We've just had Valentine's Day (and while it's not a holiday I celebrate, it is a holiday that's thrust into my awareness, thank you Retail Reality); Theogamia is staring us in the face, Anthesteria is right around the … Continue reading Sex!

Names Don’t Matter, or: what to do when your god pokes around with your identity by poking around with His own

A young girl is on her hands and knees at the water's edge, keening into the sea. There is no other word for the sounds coming from her, the sounds of a spirit bound too tightly slipping its cage and splintering from the force of it. She feels herself shattering, and no amount of trying … Continue reading Names Don’t Matter, or: what to do when your god pokes around with your identity by poking around with His own