by Rebecca Cavender | poetry
I bring you in my heart doors slam like crashing waves one after another to keep you safe, to keep you well from the storm— A sweet cottage, nestled in the mountains gentle hills, roaring fire tea whistling—a prompt to come closer… I grasp my fingers...
by Rebecca Cavender | intuition, patterns, vulnerability
The mythopoetic reminds us that we are all on a journey. In a story. And what a story we’re all creating now, together, globally. It’s one of those times that our progeny will hear/read about. We’ll look back to see how we experienced it. The choices we made. Make no...
by Rebecca Cavender | poetry
And this earth hurts more today And this land hurts more today And this eruption of chaos /of undulating pain/ is louder today. And I want to caress the bruised cheeks of the planet, sweep into caverns of fire with sweet-honey rain— spilling blessings for scorched...
by Rebecca Cavender | poetry
You come across the wind, stolen in time erased against the rhythm of the world. You defy elements: fire is your home water is your refuge earth is your cave. I don’t know which way you came here, across my skin here,...
by Rebecca Cavender | ecstatic poetry, poetry
This is not the kind of love borne from cedar-ocean-moss or the scent of rain kissing your cheek. This is not lost in soft tides ebbing-flowing emotional currents changed by the hour, traveling outside territories searching searching searching. No. This love...
