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…

in this Place all mine

I guess the one thing is I been needing this, a place to just Nurture poetry again the way this is Her House, this body, this ~ G ra ce~  to let the letters make consonants make vowels into verbs acting out playing with dancing about making sounds.  The W o r d s~ this, which…