We walk the silver mile on the shadow road, me in my princess dress, and you in your blues. I am on point and on cue when I stand in the fields where only the marble and granite grows. The sun blazes across the middle world, the faint head-turning of ghosts long forgotten, as a… More Saturday, the Psychopomp
The silence of winters cold embrace, shivers through my bones, cuts diamonds from old stones, and hangs them in the night sky. Pieces of me, pieces of my past remain, waiting not for me to return; For I never will. Instead waiting to be treasured by others, whose paths walk them to the same place.
Its been a couple busy months, but I’m back, with another gem from the vault. These were the ancient days She said in the shades As her nerve endings reached up from the earth They were broken, dead and in hibernation In the cold November sky And her memories were rife With the smell… More The Earth and Her Memories
Inspiration is my beloved She is my honey wine of the stars And the well from which I drink She is my first love, and comes before all others To forsake her is to deny my birthright and soul All the works I conjure and channel Are called for her And called by her As… More Shekinah the Muse
How far I have fallen so sick of this wonder and terror and longing for my brothers’ skills at feeling nothing at all. Searching for an off switch but the days of spiritual robotics are long gone. we’re wading in a pool of human emotion. Its wild and terrible, and so very real, and burns… More Anastasis
In our revelry the great gods joined us, Drank with us, Laughed and cried with us. In the hall and around the fire our ancestors met, in a circle filled with more than our bodies. In a timeless and spaceless vacuum, In ginnungagap we gathered as its primordial realm overlapped Midgard. Old friends and far… More Astride the Tree
My work was recently accepted into another anthology. Potnia: A Devotional Anthology in Honor of Demeter. edited by Rebecca Buchannan and Melitta Benu. Biblioteca Alexandrina. June 2014.