Old poems and older poems. The art in here is far more recent - all illustration tiles were made between April 20, 2024 and May 12, 2024.
Some of these poems were published in a chapbook, Eleusinian Mysteries, in 1995, under the pen name Sarah Maddo...
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It is the darkest blindfold that covers the eyes of my sight. Only in the darkest night do I guide my steps inch by inch, tracing the cold wet paths of an underground stream.
Spiraling towards the navel-center (my sex bound in umbilicus) touched by unseen hands, I am swept away on tides of night in a cradle of ecstasy
I am a silent goddess
Lost in this I cry out to drown on gasping my first cold air, to not recognize the strong hands that have pulled me forth here and baptized me in pomegranate tattoos
