Samhain

Samhain.

the night when

the veil between worlds is the thinnest,

when witches ride

hard across the night,

when the dead surge to rescue the living

from their mire,

when the full moon

calls us to wilderness,

wakes our wolvish sensing to the

fleshy,

rotten,

scat,

of fabrication,

and manipulation.

You may think this locking … Read more


The lonely tree

There is a pain, like no other for me,

the pain of knowing you are together

and I am here.

Locked down, locked away.

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The primary classrooms when too tall I towered out of the peer group clusters,

The secondary scythes of wop, diego, spik.

The secret of the shameful family split,

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julieleoni.com@gmail.com