Give yourself twelve moons
start with the fullest point...

Lacuna*
If you go into yourself...

There are gentle Spring days
when the air hushes...

They always told you
you were a rose...

I have survived so much
but mostly I have...

Beware of what you say ‘yes’ to
it is such a small word...

Mystery
The great unknown...

I was born on a
cold winter’s day...

Grace knows
Grace knows...

The owl came last night
it’s never been before...

Homecoming isn’t
the same anymore...