In The Beginning

In the beginning, there was a fury of noise

Black cloaked maidens spat ribbons of gray stars,

Arcing into brilliant rivers,

And shaking off their casings,

They fell across the empty blackness;

Fell

into a white, etheric dance.

 

In the beginning,

Ancient spirits peaked through invisible doors and

Plucked through thickets of stars

 

They pulled their black hems across the threshold-

 

They came: solemn, dark, demonic, godlike, gross, and gay-

The sorceress of night, the grandmother of Fae

They came one after another

With long and timeworn faces

To watch the unfurling of the Great Spiral.

 

In the beginning, you were there-

And I.

We sat dewy-lipped with silent smiles

In the center of a great seed,

Watching as All-Everything snaked across the sky:

 

The greatest drum pounded proud songs out into new ears

And the first tears were formed and fell across the face of the night,

Watering the seeds that would sprout into All-Life

 

We held our hearts and whispered songs

Into new and unborn palms

Breathing in and out anew

In the sacred tongue that filled our lungs and slipped from lips before the dawn of time.

 

It was there waiting for us,

And written in the sky:

 

The secret language of everything.

 

It is there still

It lingers silent in the center, waiting

To breathe fresh stars

Into the spiral anew.

The Ritual

Fashion an altar of the souls of your feet:
Sticks and stones and ocean bones//
Save the thickest tears for the center.

Let your roots roll out from underneath you
Until you find the perfect place (you will know it)

It is untouched by the wind.

This is the place where you are tethered.

Lay your stories down here
Lay down all your wind and rain.

Pluck a twig from the right tree and lay it across just so.
Bleach your bones in the sun

One deep scream
Three drops of rich umber blood

It is finished.

Tarot And Tea

I am making soft and purple waves in this world; I am drinking in tarot and tea,
I am slicing my stories on silver slivers of Moon.
I am seducing myself
Back into Self Love,
Basking in a new womb.
Sliding into One Rhythm with my slow hips-
My twisted spine, my stained fingertips,
And all the stories spilling through my skin in black ink.

Peace

There is peace in the space between and breath in the stones
There is sun in your lungs and song in your bones.

New Clothing Line!

I’m thrilled to announce my new collaborative clothing line created with Sprout of Infinite Wind Designs. You can check out all of the designs on my etsy page at www.etsy.com/shop/emkell <3 clothing-line-banner-1-copy-copyadvert-1-copy

We’Moon

I’m just thrilled that all the We’Moon stuff is here, and thrilled to be a part of this publication! We’moon is a publication that features artwork and writing from women around the world, as well as a calendar, lunar calendar, astrological insights, and more! It is just amazing and full of goodness and this year the cover artist is yours truly! 🙂 I am so honored to have art amongst so many talented women, and thrilled to be a part of this community. I’ve just uploaded all the available We’Moon merchandise I have onto my etsy site at www.etsy.com/shop/emkell Please check it out! I’ve got greeting cards, date books, wall calendars, and more!Screen Shot 2016-09-03 at 6.04.15 PMScreen Shot 2016-09-03 at 6.05.51 PM