A midnight fit, it was. A touch of early-spring fatigue salted with a good deal of extrasensory indulgence sent me straight to a well-attended grief ritual for this, our most beloved world. Here, I came upon an ominous spirit..
She came to my door fire-eyed this morning, retching pomegranate juice and demanding to know where my underworld words come from. I told her I..
May we, on this longest night when the Crone-Gods rule, remember the joyful magick of the holy hag. Let’s brew something bitter for those we..
The season of subtle power is upon us. Filled with potential, nature is slowly winding down and signaling for us to do the same. The..
Peel the worry from your face, darling. I can only imagine what you must be thinking, finding me like this, lips quivering and cheeks streaked..
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