moonbelly Jus Full with moon belly, aches and phases, blessed with creation -- not for the faint of heart, but for you, blank page, who wondered what it would be like to be torn apart by poetry and reborn: the feminine mastery, golden hour, strained for a cow in calf given to slaughter; with a little show of force, a daughter, bird in hand, delivered, in concert, as the moon waned. 250106 what's it to you? who go blather from