I accused myself of depravity, living in this body, these eyes. I swore that god could not see me in the flesh, in the sweat and blood covered face, in the wicked smile I sometimes get when I’m about to be cleverly mean. I was meant to be outside myself, above the pain. It meant…
April 25 2018 – Poem of dreams and other lives
My mother and I travel the deserts in a dream Her hair is long and graying and she has stopped caring about it. I whisper, “what about work? If we leave today you’ll miss work in the morning.” She sighs and grins, “I guess I’m missing it.” We travel to a plateau covered in green…
Imbolc, New Years, and focusing on you
One of my coven members and I were discussing changes we want for the new year, and I mentioned picking a yearly word to keep in mind and focus on as much as possible. It is a goal word, something to push you forward. I had a lot of trouble with my word this year….
What do you write about in your first blog post?
“You should write a blog.” My mother sounds encouraging, serious, and naive. I roll my eyes (because I’m on the phone and she can’t see me), and try to brush her off. “I mean it, you’re life is interesting, and you can talk about stuff that you learn!” I scowl and try to explain to…
A Witch's Nest 