Featured Post: Kissing the Witch – Deanna Raymond

I am ancestor
my bones hum with her fury
“Witch” they spat at her
for daring
to be outspoken
too loud
too much
widowed
“Witch” they chided
as they poked and prodded
tried and convicted
hanged
She- unrelenting in her innocence
until her last strangled breath
She surges through my veins
and I will always sing
her legacy
So know
that when you kiss me
you are kissing the Witch
can’t you feel your sweet blood
rise to meet mine
as we join?
Our ancestral Feminine
glorifying all
that is wild, bold
unbroken
each deep aching breath
a testament
of power reclaimed.


I am a single Mom of two teenage boys, a massage therapist and physical therapy assistant living in New England.  I have been writing poetry and journaling stream of thought since I was a young girl.  Writing has always been therapeutic and at times life saving for me.  Bleeding ink onto paper has been as natural and important as breathing.  In my late 40’s I begin to consider sharing my writing and publishing. I have always been so grateful for other authors and being able to see that I am not alone in my struggles along my path in this world.  I hope my writing can give others the same lift, hope, sense of belonging.

Find me on Facebook at: Darker Rooms  and Dee Ray

Perils of Social Media – Pallavi

The space between us has gotten wider
Our disapproval for each other scarier
The eco-system of social media was supposed to balk distances
To bring people closer and fuse differences
But then labels and hashtags of divisiveness took over
Intolerance and impatience permeated behind shields of full disclosure
I unfriend you for your religious beliefs are different than mine
You block me for my idea on politics according to you are not too fine
Gone are those days when we could agree to disagree
Respectfully partake in discussions without losing sanity
Now this radioactive malicious wedge
is driving relations off the ledge
If creating a bubble with only “my” views is the solution
Then bidding adieu to progress with be the only conclusion.

Photo by Tracy Le Blanc from Pexels


Things which get my endorphins pumping – my kids (mom of two), coffee (green tea just doesn’t do), writing (find it a cathartic release), dancing (absolutely, first love it remains), reading (with or without coffee), working out (with my husband as my buddy).

You can read more of my writing at Curating Thoughts