UNDERGROUND BENEATH YOUR FEET BUT UNSUBJUGATED
I AM A VERB, NOT A NOUN; DO NOT OBJECTIFY ME
OUTSIDE YOUR HOUSE
MY BOUNTY IS INEXHAUSTIBLE.
UNDERGROUND BENEATH YOUR FEET BUT UNSUBJUGATED
I AM A VERB, NOT A NOUN; DO NOT OBJECTIFY ME
OUTSIDE YOUR HOUSE
MY BOUNTY IS INEXHAUSTIBLE.
MycoPoetics: the love of a mycophile
YOU MEET ME AT MY EDGE AND PRESUME TO KNOW MY ENTIRETY
YOU USE ME TO WEAVE A NARRATIVE OF YOUR OWN MAKING
HUBRIS! RETURN TO HUMUS.
CAN YOU NOT SEE
I AM UNRULY, UNTENABLE, UNBOUNDARIED,
Psychosphere barometer: eating a blackberry in the dark
what IS the DEAL with time?
False morel and tiny friend
Rite of Passage: got my first tick
The goddess awakens
Teeth bared
Why have you forsaken me
Left me cold in my cave
Your dignity undignified me
I am the night on your doorstep
And you hide and turn on the lights
Witness me
And breathe
Why is she grieving?
What threshold is here, and why am I running?
I love thresholds
I am tired of fucking thresholds
I have missed thresholds
I am a complex landscape
Terror terror
Grief & wonder
Jagged jaws &
Serpent skins
Smooth soft cold dark hard
Melting molten around my fingertips
More scrawled poems for springtime thresholds
Steel fence, barbed wire
Grief
Gnarling teeth and pouring blood
Itβs beautiful outside but I am Ereshkigal
My husband is dead and Iβve killed my sister
A rage at a life half-lived; fear, safety;
Who is she, this beastly thing in my blood today?
No I donβt want your Silver Plan with Dental and Vision Coverage
I want my husband to build our home timber frame by timber beam
I want to remember the difference between the song of the the Great Tit and the Blue Tit
I want a warm hearth and laughing children
But ok fine whatβs the deductible
The suit I wore too quickly became skin
Now Iβm thrashing and burning Tearing up the pavement of my inner wilds
Yearning for feet in the mud and bird calls through forests
Scowling and finding again the bramble patches and tender spring herbs
Nourished
And alive
Neither sane nor insane but a secret, more mystical third thing
Do wandering mystics get to have kids? Are there stories of female mystics who had kids and a regular family life?
I think I have mom energy but itβs definitely like Weird Mom Energy
Thank you for sharing with me x
We didnβt have any of these! Aw they are so sweet though
I learned this Girl Scout song!!!!!! Sometimes I sing it in my head when I feel far away from my old friends
- be kind
Things I want to do in life:
- start a school for wizard kids
- bridge rural:urban divide
- write a kidβs book about mushrooms and forestry (Percy the Morelβs Moral Mysteries)
- grow Climate Action Community
- take a ceramics class
- more dancing
Made some new friends today
There is actually no evidence that my scientist has not received the Best Kid Award
When I was a kid sometimes Iβd pretend that my life was an experiment/sim and there was a scientist tracking my decisions and so I would be extra good so that my scientist would get good results or a good grade or whatever kind of recognition meta-scientists want
- Beinβ a mom
- Balancing inner masculine and feminine energies
- moving from inspiration to creation with grace
- listening to my body and responding to its needs
- contact improv/ mind-body centering stuff (bonus points if husband and child are also participating)
Ananta and i were joking yesterday about having a forest school for wizard kids, and the kids hate recess because it means they have to descend from the trees and do βgamesβ and sit on plastic mats
Villain era
@meansinfinity.bsky.social wizard kita!!!!!!