:: in a joy which illumines ::


" 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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