Perfumed purification

anointed my skin

fragrant with absolution

My brethren

Blessed sisters;

Heart-bound lovers


My blood baptized

in the cistern of love

Forgiven to be human

The elation of redemption

damp against my brow

Dancing in broad circles

Breathless with abandon

the release of blissful beauty

The End is Near

There is a man clinging to life but not long for this world.

His bones are resting heavy

as his skin becomes mottled

His breath labored

His jaw slack

His hands are loose fists.

The moaning has stopped

Ragged breath in

Rattling out

There is no movement

Check. Nothing.

Check again.


He has been released

Written on lightoflove.net

some days (raw)

Some days it’s all I can do to get out of bed

Some days my body reminds me I’m morbidly obese

Some days I try so hard to adult and still fail

Some days I am invincible while being invisible

Some days I fight so hard to love myself

Some days I am most gentle with the me you see

Some day, always someday, I will be fully humanity

Sunshine Lost

There once was sunshine

simply because you existed

But now the mirrors are covered

clocks stopped of chime

Proclaiming with black-gloved hands

that you had ‘Stepped out of time’

Singularly, I weep oceans

quaking with the tide’s climb

going through the motions

the consecration of your shrine.


Saint Kristi Reynolds

Saint Kristi, Our Lady of Tie Dye, Art by Faun Andrews

Prayer to Our Lady of Tie Dye

Written by: Faun Andrews, Imagination Extraordinaire!

Prayer to Our Lady of Tie Dye

O Lady of tie dye, be with us in times of insipidness, for all your rainbow disarray and paths of absurdity. Saint Kristi who with joyous cacophony, left the world full of love and laughter, grant unto us the power to yeet the things we can, the light heartedness to cackle at the things we can’t, and the wisdom to “Clam Down” when presented with another person’s monkeys. Through the intercessions of Saint Kristi, watchful sister, protect us from taking the world too seriously, and bring us safely back to our artist’s studio



Prismatic energy circulates around her like a dervish

She was a breath of fresh air relieving the stagnant

her colorful soul splashed my world impressionistic

Even with her spirit mortally wounded

I feel profoundly lonely after her departure.

As if my breath had been sucked from my lungs.


You are cherished beyond measure.

Each moment lived shines a treasure

Each breath given emboldens truth.

Honor and love have both been accommodated

Once one spirit has become two

without exception both have been satiated

Nostalgia for the future

I can breathe again, I set down my roots

deep into the earth until my fingernails are soiled

with dirt, bones, blood, tears; all tributes

to the courage I must engage for I am despoiled

But to breathe again the air of freedom wild

To eclipse the darkness with the light

deeply engrained fears; reconciled

I am blessed with wisdom despite

the depth of love’s been bridal-ed

but the groom had left the stable

the devil’s hands are idled

divorced/split; the legendary fable