She Waits where
You Left Her

The Dark Waters of Abalone

You’ve been here before.
On the edge between fear and desire,
Where memory trembles like water before the fall.

These are stories for women who have lost and not found themselves.

A hundred times over.
Tales that itch and sting,
Luring you into your own depth.

The Writer

I am Christine Li — physician, author, and myth-weaver.
I travel where medicine and wisdom are lovers,
and words bewitch.

My novels tell of women who
descend into darkness
and rise rewilded.

Healers and hags,
Souls who remember.
The books are only the beginning.

Inanna Underground

Beneath the debris of decay,
Something older is stirring.
Mycelial creature.
Conceived.
Through stories, rituals, and words.

It smells of petrichor,
Of ink and oud.
It hunts for moldy crumbs,
Of truth.

We meet online and off.
We descend into caves,
We sing the tenderness of bulls.

Inanna* is for women who are waiting
To think with the womb.

*The Inanna Salon speaks German .
So do the Abalone letters.
My blog is mostly English, though.
Bridging.