The Wheel continues to turn as Yule begins to pass. The old year gone and the new one already underway and perhaps, as to be..
As I write this, the sun is still warm, the day still bright, even at this late hour, as evening draws on and the normal..
I have discovered over the years a very unique subgenre of witchy woman in the Pagan and Occult community… that is the archetype of the..
Come sit, heathen. At long last, I’ve solved the most vexing riddle, and I can see by the ache behind your eyes that you wonder..
The silver tongue of that thinning moon was licking me in just the right places, and I crept from my bed like a lust-drunk and..
These are the days of the late-winter ache, and I’ve learned to hear the haunted call of those never-born-always-dead hags who are wiser than I..
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..
I wouldn’t bother her. Not today. Best keep those formalities tucked away in your pockets for those mannerly friends blessed with visions tamer than hers,..
Ever since I was a little girl, I have always been told that despite my melanated skin, curly hair and thick lips, I wasn’t allowed..
Don’t follow me; not tonight. That holly-haired hag of wintertide is lurking ‘round the edges of these forbidden lands, and only shecan properly eulogize the..
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