Some reason Choptank’s been on my mind, ever since the island this morning. Chop was Fall of 2008. I lived there in a house built in 1848. That winter I had to wear double long johns the whole time bc it cost too much to run the propane heat. I lived w a recent divorcee,…
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Mama Luna Beltane, in the Fae light
she was soo MAGIC this eve i couldn’t but 1… no filter but the fae light, lunar Beltane moon tnight beach city, usa
Every light on in the city.
Rooster calls right as we are hanging up I call him right back, it has been a year I am thinking since we spoke even as he’s shout scratchthroat talking at me and I am laughy in my body before we even get full conversation out, it has been even longer since me and him…
Moony Magic Was Afoot
It was 80 and blowing Friday so hard at times I swear you could see the spring time yellow light gusting by on the air. I left the cabin in the morning with just enough time to take two main backroads to the other side of 50 where our meeting was. We all arrived at…
I come to the cabin
I come to the cabin that Catfish admitted he’d been sneaking off to all of Covid. The first time I come here it is to see him. We meet in the parking lot and by midwalk towards the other are hugging in heartbody steps before our actual bodies connect. It is near the anniversary of…
The Witch’s New Year: Lunar Samhain
Tomorrow night, just past midnight, it’s the Witch’s New Year, Lunar Samhain. Earlier in the Harvest part of the year, in my second site for ritual I saw a Women’s Mysteries member and I throwing bones. Bone throwing is a form of divination with roots found in numerous different pagan heritages. We came together less…
hunger do you heed
In August the sounds of locusts are primroses or psychopomp, which do you dare~ In August I dream of the bay, cotton candy mute of clouds into shelf-wells of water walls gather and collecting the dream of themselves above or ahead, the just out of reach sky. If that is thunder, it cracks open the…
Prayer. Dark Moon, Before 1st Harvest.
It is July again, dark moon. Full she comes who brings the high tide, I float amid on my back watching oh the mists, as they have all year overtake, hold and quake, part and depart. Clear. They dance in relation. Two cranes make noises upon arrival every morning the swelter of green heat. The…
Since the time of the desk
The last time I went on vacation I drove 45 minutes up the coast highway and landed in a cheap boarding house I’d booked the night before on a 3rd party finder. Room cheap like the plastic blinds had runners missing in halves and a busted fridge that smelt like hot breath cheap, and a…
This song is for you~
This is like being on the road I think to myself, the round empty in my body that needs for nothing, is willing to just show up to what is next. I take this as grace considering there is so much going on to show up to, so much to busy myself and especially my free…
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