Poetry. Story. Sacred Remembering.
For the wild ones, the hungry ones, the women returning to themselves.
Hungry Woman burst from me and showed me the road to fierce passion…..
She rode me along my bed. My arms tangled her songs and feathers.
I forgot my name as I found myself within the stones of her abandoned temple.
I am Bria — poet, artist, and nurse practitioner turned full-time myth maker.
I write about hunger (the sacred kind), heartbreak, rage, the wild feminine, and all the strange things we feel but don’t say out loud.
My tools: story, ritual, oracle decks, embracing what is awkward and know humor the silver lining that wraps around my skin
Oracle Deck
A set of rune-based cards + poems for pulling truth from the void. Hand-drawn, channeled, and totally feral
Offerings
Spoken Word/Storytelling
For women who’ve been quiet too long. These poems won’t whisper. They howl.
Workshops/Circles
Part sacred ritual, part story salon, part creative exorcism.
For women ready to tell the truth in their body’s language.
You don’t have to be healed.
You don’t have to be good.
You just have to be hungry.
Sign up for occasional emails with rituals, upcoming offerings, and poetic confessions that might burn a little.
Bria Sullivan
“
She travels
As she wishes
To a place- to
Drive deep into
The belly of the moon ”