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WOMAN'S WISDOM by Rhea Ruth Aitken

Woman's Wisdom  
How does she nourish a hungry soul? When the pains are raw Biting at her, unbidden Making her want to scream  Loud and wild Desperate and wanting.
How does she feed an empty space? When all is elusively floating Unobtainable and distant Out of her reach Yet are desired so deeply Flame red and burning Inside of her very core.
How does she begin?  To become the woman That is impatiently waiting  Her pleading eyes, her piercing cries Hands reaching far, not yet touching To bring her to that knowing                       Of her soul's desire.
How does she placate the screams? And nourish the need                    For that knowing peace  When she walks a labyrinth Blinded by high walls And blocked pathways The essence of her Imprisoned in the obscured Sacred place she cannot see.
Only in the sacrosanct space of silence Does she so clearly see The face of her mirrored self:     In the depths of her wanting eyes On the lips of her starved mouth She sees the wisdom waiting  To unfold, to unlock Her abu…
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SIT WITH ME by Carolyn Riker

I was invited to share a little about my newest book of poetry and prose, This is Love,written over several years. 
Last August I managed to slip off for three full nights and organize my surplus of poetry and prose. On the second night I realized there was an ample set of words leaning up against a pale amethyst pillow all dedicated to love. And in that sea of heartfelt renderings, I started to see a pattern of how This is Loveholds self-love, love of nature and the love lost and found in relationships. 
The middle section has sustained me over the years. The outer two sections have been stitched together by developing trust in self and understanding the variables of love are not always glorious but in fact difficult. When we love fully we can be hurt, betrayed, lied to, manipulated and in the end that very love space can become hardened or it continues to accept vulnerability as the magma of our heart’s flow. We recreate and grow. Flourishing has a trajectory of squalls, lulls, and jo…

GO THERE by Sarah Carlson

Go There

Don’t go there-  worst advice ever. At least it was for me. In truth, it became vital to go into  that which was causing my dis-ease. You can wrap it up,  store it away,  deny its existence. But there IS there, will continue to be. It’s not easy to take the leap, plunge on in. It can’t really be done alone, so you’ll have to ask for help. You’ll need support and love,  but when the time is right, when you hear the call or feel the tug, go there. You’ll learn and grow, gather what is necessary, enabling you to take

THE SIREN'S CALL by Anita Neilson

I was born into a God-loving Catholic family. We were brought up to believe in God, to be kind; we were taken to church every Sunday and other holy feast days. We followed the traditions of our religion like not eating meat on a Friday and saying our prayers at night before bed. 

In my twenties, when other responsibilities and leisure activities took up my time, I decided I didn’t need God. I was happy as I was! Then―like everyone else—challenges beset me and I became angry with Him. I can look back now and shake my head and smirk a little at the childish ignorance and arrogance of the person I was in my youth. What was it Jesus said about those people who orchestrated his death, “Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do.”For we are like children spiritually when we’ve turned away from Him. We end up not knowing how to live our lives and getting it all wrong in the process!

I certainly wasn’t expecting to come back to God. I believed I was living a ‘good’ life until ill-healt…

WOMEN RISE ROOTED IN LOVE by AnuMa Jackie Heydemann

Women Rising Rooted in Love From deep within the Sacred Heart of the Magdalene
Women Rise Rooted In the Eternal Mother To give birth to a whole New World.
Women Rise Rooted In Mother Earth's Fertile Ground To nourish Life within and all around.
Women Rise Rooted In their Sacred Bodies To honor and celebrate Themselves.
Women Rise Rooted In their Noble Heart To sit on the Throne of Their Divine Love.
Women Rise Rooted In their Fertile Womb To create from deep Darkness within.
Women Rise Rooted In their Yoni Temple To live from their true Feminine Essence.
Women Rise Rooted In their Divine Feminine Soul To embrace Shadow and Light from inside.
Women Rise Rooted In their Holy Body Temple To embody the Sovereign Queen within.
Women Rise Rooted In Who They truly are To see and guide through the Eyes of Love.
Women Rise Rooted From within the Source of Life To transform, to alchemize Anything within the Cycle of Life.

A HOUSE IN RUIN by Ann Christine Tabaka

A House in Ruin Walking past the old dwelling, looking in through doleful eyes. She is an abandoned house, tenebrous windows, crumbling  walls. Visions of the past haunt  her rooms, as she combs through  the disarray. A dark shadow  lurking in the closet evokes images  of some forgotten past. Peeling  paint, chipped plaster, her joints  are creaking hinges. Her mind, a  cobwebbed attic peppered with  incoherent words. She wades  through the rubble of her own  demise. A house that has stood  the storms of time. Age demands  its toll. Turning to walk away, the  once beloved house is left in ruin.
* Originally published by Literary Yard, March 2018 *

Ann Christine Tabaka has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from publications. She lives in Delaware, USA.  She loves gardening and cooking.  Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are: Ariel Chart, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, Oddball Magazine, …

HER HOLY TEMPLE by Maxime Caroline Lichtenberg

The words which crafted this poem came to me recalling a vision I once had... 

The nature of the poem is sacred sexuality, and describes the remembering of sisters living together in a holy temple. These sisters were initiated in various rites of passages, and it was the time of the Goddess, perhaps even predating the impending gender roles and identities society reformed to later. These sisters kept a temple. 
One of the many pleasures the priestesses held dear and practised, was the act of self pleasure and orgasmic pleasuring of other sisters, as a connection portal to the alchemically divine. These sisters were aware of the true power and love that sacred sexuality represented, and used it wisely. Pleasure was, and is, a birthright. Orgasmic pleasure, is in truth a portal of connection to the divine energies and gateways of the cosmic womb. One may commune with Mother, or Father here, one may be bathed in light and receive an abundance of blessings. This remembering was beautiful an…