Talking Bodies Truth be known as passions rise As nature clenches its mighty fist… Like magnets pulling from the nort… Bringing southern ways to its door…

On the edge of the mysterious eart… with its eerie shadows and secret… echoing the language of the spirit… is the home of that drifting torch that burns through the day,

The pulse of summer gets old and w… from the climbing up high to Aesta… our Autumn Goddess sporting her f… with her limbs all smothered in a… She kisses goodbye to the proud st…

Ah-h sweet nector of the medicinal… pour your fruits upon the withered… Beat upon the fields with thy gold… and keep the corn free above the p… Send a hearty deluge until the ski…

The magic of the night before the morning fog rolled in, sorcerers at work with their hands in the supernatural, the conversion of the trees

Poet engines in the still of the d… As the supple pistons begin to swa… Moving up and down and outward bou… Playing with the lions and goblins… Moving away but yet inside the min…

Big hands grabbing, pushing, and p… Or hands of perfume and slender bo… Paralyzing hands of intoxicating s… Of she wolves and heretical giants Who hide in the darkest caves in t…

Pleasure, the ecstasy of the sense… the attraction, beauty embodied and reaching out in obedience to the holy commands to humanity and creatures of the l…

We owe all the knowledge we got from the man who invented the wheel and all the tribesmen he inherited “his” knowledge from. From this, the mechanics of transportion took root and branc...

I hope your favorite team is up fo… for victory at the very end to lay… from the opening kickoff til the v… with intrepid eyes and all the fea… Football is for winners with a win…

Mother Nature and her mutable moo… as in a season of many different m… harsh and placid, hot and cold, snowy and steamy, quiet and bold, she swings her mood to the season’…

Mother of life, I live from you, Your eternal throbbing, your tears… Your milk, your blood, your garden… Your central strongholds, your ars… The hub in the middle of life,

Voices from the east woke me from my deep sleep this morning and told me to be aware of something that was looming in the sky. A chill ran up my spine while my shoulders tightened and ...