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
Hand-drawn oracle decks, poems, and texts for engaging symbolic truth.
These are tools for reflection, practice, and relationship with myth—created slowly, with intention.
The Work
Mythic Voice
Spoken word and storytelling that give language to hunger, eros, grief, and devotion.
This work is not performative—it is a way of remembering what has been silenced.
Orientation/Practice
Small, structured containers for those drawn into spiritual or mythic awakening, or seeking a grounded polytheistic practice.
Focused on discernment, embodiment, and integration—without dogma or fantasy.
Not all paths are open at all times. Some doors require readiness and fit.
Occasional letters on myth, practice, and the strange intelligence of hunger.
No promises. No performance.
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Bria Bell
“She travels
As she wishes
To a place- to
Drive deep into
The belly of the moon ”