My poem Invoking the Muse, at Return to Mago.
She who can write on a dime, every time,
purveyor of instant poetry,
poet on the spot.
Words never fail Her.
and the coffee drinkers quit stirring their cups.
Illicit lovers break gaze.
Waitresses grab pens and scribble on scraps.
The words whistle and dance,
zing like neon tracers through the air,
and poetry happens.
Boys turn shy and think of Woman,
She who speaks the words of power,
an aspect of the Triple Goddess.
She who embodies abundance.
Maker of kings.
Caster of spells.
Inciter of riots.
She who wields the power of words.
We, the co-editors, contributors, and advisers, have started the Mago Web (Cross-cultural Goddess Web) to rekindle old Gynocentric Unity…
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