Can I bear the pain of pain?
Can I simply
stay
allow
bend
burn
heal
Numbness – yet another dancing partner
Stepping on my toes, whispering sweet nothings
Empty things
Things on black wings
Smelling of
Cold sweat
And turpentine
Devi, your alter ego is devouring me
The feast is lasting long into the night
The Dark Mother has me in her grip
I am seduced
…
(photo by Alice Popkorn)
The Little Writer That Could 