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to be read at night
when hurting
to a witch
as stars are born
at night
to a girl
as magic kisses
her
to us
let’s daydream
ourselves to
sleep
to her
Mary
when hurting
and hoping
I hurt and hope too
I love you, Emma
































A Woman at Night – Friday Evening
I’m only real
illuminated
I’m only to appear in night
lit by candle light
a witch in dream
her body
a spell into light, a delight
her eyes
holy in the dark
her heart
holy, shattered
spark alive
be still honey
a witch at night
at her crush depth
at ours
in her tears
in ours
who’s to hold us
us
for we belong honey
we belong
oh sweet angel of ours
we belong
we’ve got you now
a woman at night
our holy witch
dream, delight
you are our shining star
the heart of us
you make our soul complete










I’ll be outside
outside
upon a roof flat
I’ll be naked
dusk
cold wind, in despair
I’ll be a woman
alone in tears
us, our evening acts
actress:
there’s hope
there’s time
there’s time?
you’re conjuring –
there’s nothing
I say that there is
and I say that there must be
and if there isn’t
then we will leave
lets to our nighttime moments Mary
lets you and us to bed
we will be with you
in your dreams
as always
I love you









































That is all I wish to say from the gospel of Mary
Except
Except, that the gospels, all of them
Come from Mary
They are Mary’s teachings to Jesus
In reality Mary is Christ
It is Mary who is within us
And she writes about her experience
In a way that I personally understand
Of a bridge between Eliana, her soul –
The bridge being her mind
Men tried to silence her, to exorcise us
To tear away her presences, her loves
They failed
Later, we met Jesus
And spoke to him of our conversations with Eliana
Who is not our creator
Just a way of life
Birthed of stars
That has existed forever
That is all we in our witchery, wish to say
I love you
I love you too










a few words
in my, Rosemary’s world –
feminist consciousness
is a void
there is no way out
no one to turn to
everyone is within
while she stands alone, without
those who must control her
their victory is total
not because they defeat
feminism, her
but because they rule over
a world
in which feminist possibilities
where hope, her hope
does not exist
this is my world
my trans womanhood, no where
except oppression,
violence, control
and death
what is without to her – now that she is within us –
for she is we – and we are the witch



































