“This is hallowed ground,” she says,
“The taproot of our lives.”
My mom, her mom, her mom and on…
We walk back home to soil
we were dreamed from.
Veil lifted – our ancients arrive.
Root within root, we are trees,
One hallowed being,
a circle of women.
© Angela Bigler 2021
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The tigress comes and goes,
fierce with grace and
roaring like a sun.
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She is transcendental mist,
the glow between the veils,
bright spirals of madness,
strung together heartbeats
in my beloved darkness.
© Angela Bigler 2020
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I meet her on a street corner in Brooklyn.
Turquoise hair, smoky shadowed eyelids,
Dark smudge lipstick cigarette.
She exhales a dragon.
She says she’s dying anyway,
and living, and dying again.
It never ends, like a labyrinth dream
like a myth.
I notice the angry scars on her wrists.
“Did it hurt?” I ask, pointing.
She shrugs and flicks an ash. “Doesn’t everything?”
“What was it like on the other side?”
“Same thing—light and dark.”
Young Nyx ©Angela Bigler 2020
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Call me Angela
Call me the Dawn Rabbit.
The inside one,
soft and fast.
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Whoever said you’d stay the same is wrong.
Blood, water, flame.
Things change, like the elements—like me.
They weren’t yet cocooned, transformed, unfurled
in the fiery quest for their truth.
Now you become phoenix—
Healed and protected,
Forged into me as I am into you.
© Angela Bigler 2020
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In my dreams, the women are drumming,
their waters are rising, silver and wild.
Making prayers of their bodies,
they dance as if swimming
under the Moon Mother spell.
© Angela Bigler 2016
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I didn’t know about fortune.
It was treasure you hunted,
or magically found,
Now I see it is grown
of a tiny seed planted,
deep in the soil of me.
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Her songs are earth deep mantras calling names of constellations into being.
Her light soaked in, released the magic pine and herbs.
All those folded flowers lifted up their sacred prayers – water, light, dirt, love.
Her gifts – who could forget them?
Did you see her gentle curves?
The way her spine supports her children?
It’s impossible to live without her heaven/earth transcendence.
Aren’t we all turning, turning with the planet that she raised?
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I rattled all the chains
in the old kingdom.
Thinking I was wind
or dirt, or rain.
the miles thick earth.
A whisper stoked
or armored friends.
The bark fed climb
and I’ll be rising.
Find me calling
© Angela Bigler 2013
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