A topographer Understands the delicacy Of tenderly unfolding Corners of parchment, Admiring the contours Of the landscape, Running gentle fingers Across mountain ranges, Over peaks and Through the valleys, Fording hidden rivers Where no man has traveled, Drinking from crystal clear waters To satisfy their thirst, Using her lover’s breath As a compass, Following the … Continue reading Featured Post: Mapping Her Body – Marie Prichard
A collision of stars Her name Etched in the sky Sending stardust Across the universe Waiting… The light of the sun Her name Shone throughout the sky Reflecting flashes of brilliance Stretching between the heavens Waiting… Syllables vibrating Her name Traveled beyond the sky Echoing sounds Reverberating through distant galaxies Waiting… Her name Just waiting … Continue reading Featured Post: Her Name in the Sky – Marie Prichard
The well As it was in the beginning Overflowing with wonderment Cascading toward the future Turned bone-brittle dry From a series of generational choices Infiltrated with unanswered questions And unspoken cries of despair Echoes crashing against The chipped stone walls Reverberating to the beyond Admonitions calling your name The ‘once was’ A shadowless empty shell … Continue reading Featured Post: The Well of Loneliness – Marie Prichard
She is a lady, a loving wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, and an educated, contributing member of society. And fuck is her favorite word. Is she mad? Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck you. Fuck it. A well-placed fuck used alone, as a noun or as a verb, makes all the difference in the world … Continue reading Featured Post: She Must Be Mad – Marie Prichard
When her song catches your ear And you hear it in the distance Do you ask yourself why the caged bird sings? Or do you say, I know why the caged bird sings. She sings when her world closes in Locked in a gilded cage Beautifully displayed On her scrolled stand Suspended high. She sings … Continue reading Featured Post: I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings – Marie Prichard
We are the women who run with wolves. Daughters of she-wolves Children of the past. Gracing our mothers’ footsteps With those of our own. Slipping through forests of quiet calmness Together, we move as one. Embodiments of lupine eloquence Connected to ancient rituals. Silhouetted against the night sky We lift our heads And fill the … Continue reading Featured Post: Women Who Run With Wolves – Marie Prichard
Brave & Reckless 