Of the earth
Roots Divine
She is mother, maiden, crone
Take his heart
His soul, his body
His seeds in her be sown.



She is hail and sleet
The stormy sky
She is the bitter wind
On which heartache flies
She is fire
And passion
Day turned night
And in a whisper
Sweet silence
In the citrine moonlight
She’ll ravage your mind
Tinker with your soul
Spirited character hers
A story untold
Your Goddess
Your Muse
Enchantress is she
Without her, your life
It would be.



Just because I don’t blog does not mean I don’t write.

In fact, I have been quite busy with my writing. Writing query and cover letters, that is.

Am still trying to get my completed works published, of course. I’ve continued to press on with my picture book, sending it out to agents, looking into other publishing options, even spoke with someone from Simon and Schuster with an interesting proposition.

I have also gone one step further. I have submitted my poetry into the publishing world.



Dear Alexandra Siganakis,

Thank you for sending us “Poems by Pandora”. After careful consideration, we have concluded that we are unable to publish your work at this time. We offer our deepest gratitude that you considered Pretty Owl Poetry as a possible home for your work and wish you the best of luck in publishing your pieces elsewhere.

Pretty Owl Poetry

I persevere.

One or two publishing houses will not stop me. And one day I will see my works published. On a shelf. In an e-book. Online. One day. Somewhere.


A professional writer is an amateur who didn’t quit. ~ Richard Bach