The Passion Of The Earth-Sprung
Wild women, wolfsoul drumming, gather all around her at her passion!
Wild women, wolfsoul drumming, gather all around her at her passion!
“Oh eye, oh night…” The Sha’ir speaks, hakawati-heartbeat pulsing.
He had felt the convulsions of his parent’s movements through their days of flight ‘n persecution, wandering Dawlat Filastin to find a birthplace home.
I have, these recent years, fallen, somehow, in to writing about Bristol over and over again.