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Scintillations
Purple Bikini
Saraswati
Change In Air
Sarah's Gift
Fairy Chimes
Real Dreams
Xena
Writer?
Younger Self
Fledgling Artiste
Goddess Poetry
No McD's In Cuba
AF Photographers
Goddess On Phone
Moody Girl
Met The Goddess
To My Mother
Life Changing Books
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Universe Spoke
Visualize This!
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For me, goddesses are women who walk the Earth every day--barefoot, in high heels, in combat boots--and the women who come from our past, mythologically speaking, as well as the hands that held us as babies and raised us. The goddess exists in each of us, too. These poems represent the goddesses in my life, and are a tribute to the spirit of the goddess that I tap into within myself. 
- Kirsten Ogden

METAMORPHOSIS
by Kirsten Ogden

I follow you through empty evenings,
a rainless cloud, light and full of mist
I want to be your twin tornado,
spin you through my life
We could rip trees by roots from hard dirt
stomp through mud
leave footsteps behind us to be filled
by other clouds

Tomorrow I'll walk ahead
let my body grow
heavy in dark wind
wring myself like my mother's old
dish towels laid across the cutting board
Dirty water will flow down my legs
and through the spaces between my toes



HOWL MAMA 
by Kirsten Ogden

Let's get goin'
I have big plans
I'm gonna make postcards,
pose for Sears catalogues--

Tell all of those men to give me
the lust stare
I'll act like I'm interested
but won't drool

Mama?  Aren't you gonna warn me
that love sucks
and sex
ruins everything?

I am She
by Circe

I raise slow blue eyes to yours
You! Who mumble in dreams
You ! Who have conjured me
In every form
In every ritual
Powerful Isis, Sweet Aphrodite
Gentle Bridgid
I am She
Who dances naked, whirling through the smoke of your campfires
Scatters sparks of stars through streams of night skies
She, who reigns the watchful course of the Moon
I am She
Who burns at the center of your innermost being
You who have called me awake from my earthly slumber
Urged me to your side
And for what?
I have been with you always, yet you did not know me
You whisper great words of seduction and mystery
I am here where I have always been
Reach for me now; I am the answer you seek
I have been preparing for this eternal moment
I am the loving culmination of all your soulful searches
I am She
I am Yours
My flame burns for you


Tears of the Mother
by Circe

Silently She bids us return to the womb again
The flame of Bridgid
To warm us deep inside
Ever the tender innocent bride
Mother Earth still nourishes us as our keeper
But naughty children we are that
Squander our inheritance
She must keep humanity at bay
Wrestling in cosmic disarray
As we have always
Her blue white veil aloft torn by human greed
Gray brown wrapped in shroud
by disrespectful pollution, poisons and war
Her forested greens stripped away
Arms held outward burned, stolen
Her Unheeded warnings of eternal damnation
Cast aside
Even as great quakes kill
Volcanoes pour forth and imminent man-made bombs tick
Goddess! have you left us?
I feel your tears on my skin
Burning acid rains upon a parched and weary body
And I cry with you
For you
For us
And myself