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Living Life: Day 2
How I lived today ( Read more... ) -
Living Day to Day
I am coming up to so many changes in my life and so many have already happened that it has become difficult to live in the moment, to live with the moment. I am always looking at my diary, planning the weekend, what I’m going to do when; even when I am going to have my free time. I have so many responsibilities to other people that I often forget ( Read more... ) -
Know Thyself
The Waking - Theodore Roethke ( Read more... ) -
Elegy - from Abraxas
This was printed in Abraxas, The International Journal of Esoteric Studies, Autumn Equinox 2009. I would like to thank Christina at treadwells for giving me my first opportunity to be published, and Robert Ansell at Fulgur books for also accepting the piece! The Journal itself is beautiful to behold, Robert Ansell of Fulgur has this concept of a book as a ( Read more... ) -
I took my Gods with me today
Warning poetry ahead. you *were* warned.
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Urban Witch - from Abraxas
We are people of the cities, of high streets, fast food, and all night supermarkets. Neon signs are far more likely to shine from our eyes than the stars. We search, reach for what’s missing, the mind straining for that melody, blown by a hot puff of exhaust to the edge of forgotten....
Pretentious nonsense, I know. But I'm going to be in print! I ( Read more... ) -
Lammas
It is Harvest now, now we must collect the fruits of our Summer. Pluck the hot days from our memories, lay them down in preparation for the cold days to come. That we might take them down, polish them to a shine, and bite, for a rush of sunshine and friendship when all is dark. Now is a time of sacrifice in this time of plenty ( Read more... ) -
Seasons of the Witch - Patricia Monaghan
Maiden
It is so easy to forget the rawness of her rage
She is young, and sweet as all young things are, tender in her own way, soft and yielding when she chooses, playful and winsome. She is a puppy or a fawn, she is coltish and kittenish, she's a vixen, and eaglet, a lion's cub.
And it is so easy to forget the rawness of her rage.
In the forest, ( Read more... )
