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,..
Join me, lover. I’m weaving stick-stars out of willow branches and drinking the thickest nog I could brew in my feeble cauldron. Tonight, the full..
On these longest days when my wire-limbed shadow stretches on for miles, when I walk on the ground a little harder in hopes of turning..
For all of my Witch’s know-how, I never saw it coming. Her million-beamed, white-as-milk but sharp-as-tungsten-needles fem-force of holy destruction pierced my butter-soft skin from..
The pods I plant now are engorged with the ruby red heirloom seeds of dissent and shielded by razor-sharp, scaled skin tattooed with my wedding..
Walk the mountain road with me, lover. I want to feel the wild feminine’s pulse beat beneath my feet and remember the language spoken by..
Do not pray for me, you righteous pilgrim. I beg you not to mistake this momentary glimpse into my psychic depths as an open invitation..
This is my house, freak. I grew the grasses long and stained the windows so no one will pray for me when I dance naked..
Just after dusk when, but for the trees, the snow and sky seem as one, I squint to see your twisted horns in my woods...
Within her Maiden’s blood courses the wisdom of the ancients, and, little by little, she is writing her own holy book. By candlelight on early..
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