" Her home was always witch-tales and words,
stories into which she could escape...
it was the soft quiet of the stacks
and the scratch of her pen across the page."
{Once & Future Witches}
the way the words
shed their printed bodies
in a flask of heat and light
in this place of the spirit
where essential poetry
sings and sings
in a joy which illumines
my heart
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