Carolyn Crossley

Divinity

You live in me, so
deep I neither hear nor see,
but know – you are there.
You have been there from the start.
In the gaps I feel your pulse.

Silence

I hear you in the
deepest silence, you are the
heart of my spirit.

Love

Universal love
links us all together like
hearts beat together.

The Witch Within

We are by Goddess
blesséd, she who lives within;
wakes the witch in us.
Reconnecting us to our
roots, chakras and ancestors.

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Carolyn Crossley©TheVixenOfVerse has been a poet since 2002. She originally used poetry as therapy after losing her younger son to heroin. She now concentrates on her blog: backfromdarknesstolight.com and will publish her first anthology in 2021.

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Jaya Avendel

Hope

Though reality
Is often stark there is a
Place where the Queen wears
Creativity for a
Crown and inspiration flows.

Change

Alone in the dark
She waited for the door to
Open unsure of
What stood on the other side
But her heart open to it.

Strength

Our cries make them
Tremble with the ground as it
Quakes with silent strength
Though pain may rack our lands
We refuse to be silent.

Eclipse

Once in a circle
The earth catches up to the
Moon cloaking her in
Its glowing red shadow then
The cycle begins anew.

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This is Jaya Avendel’s second feature with The Short of It. You can read her first here. Jaya lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, where she dips her pen into the inkwell of fantasy and prose. Often inspired by life in the forest around her, she writes at Nin Chronicles

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Jaya Avendel

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Greed

In her hands a gift
Before her eyes a silver lining
Tied into a thousand knots of love
As she unwrapped diamonds
She threw her life into the mud.

Hecate

She fights with bared teeth
Raking raw old lies and truths
It takes one willing
To see their mistakes for her
To welcome souls with a smile.

Benevolence

There is a city
Resplendent with crystal dreams
Hiding in a lake
Where broken hearts swim in tears
Made of vodka and whiskey.

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Jaya Avendel lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, where she dips her pen into the inkwell of fantasy and prose. Often inspired by life in the forest around her, she writes at Nin Chronicles

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Prolific Press Tanka Acceptance!

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I’d like to thank Prolific Press for publishing my tanka submission. What wonderful news to wake up! I’m grateful to Glenn Lyvers and the team at Prolific Press for including my work in this publication. Thanks so much for this! It puts a nice spin on an otherwise troubling time. If you are interested in purchasing this edition and/or the previous one I was published in, you can click the link below.

Fall in Love with Poetry Again – Tanka Journal #9
A Peculiar Fascination – Three Line Poetry #51
Prolific Press

Your continued support humbles me! Thank you. ❤