Sometimes when the wind blows in the trees And the crickets sing sweetly in the dark, I reach way up to my highest shelf, And oh so quietly, unpack my heart The moon watches over me As I gently lift the lid, Of the simple black box Where my most secret self is hid The … Continue reading Story Heart
Oh sailor, my sailor I've longed for you so Singing alone in The waters below. I long for your touch For the breath of your kiss Come find your home In the pearls of my lips Without you I'm lonely In the cold of the sea Oh sailor, my sailor Please come to me I … Continue reading Sea Shanty
My words fall eager shining drops into shallow flowing pools, spilling banks and overflowing short beds. I long for still waters that mark my dark depths, but invariably find that all sparkles and flashes in the sun, transparent and shining. I am slow on metaphor and though I long to thunder, I find I only … Continue reading Nymph
*For any readers that may be following along with these tales of death goddesses, my apologies for the delay. I started my new job recently and wanted to be kind to myself as I adjusted to my new role. This has also morphed into a real booger-bear of a story, so perhaps the final length … Continue reading Femme Fatale: Coatlicue, Mexica Earth Mother & Death Goddess
Baldr had always been a pleasure. He should be, after all. It wouldn't do to be the god of joy, purity, and bright summer sunshine and be an asshole. Lately, though, the young god had seemed troubled. His step was no longer light and his fair brow was often wrinkled in deep thought. He was … Continue reading Femme Fatale: Hel, Nordic Goddess of the Dead
And so I set a place at the table For my restlessness The shadow that lay close along my bonelines Anchoring me to a long-forgotten tradition She arrived, bedecked and bejeweled in the blustery shades of adventure and siren song Half finished stories falling from her lips Rings of new beginnings flashing in the candlelight … Continue reading A Fairytale for the Restless
While many are familiar with the figure of Hades as ruler of the Grecian underworld, not all are as familiar with the tale of his wife and Queen of the Underworld, Persephone. When the world was still young and man had only newly begun to learn the art of tilling the soil to grow wheat for … Continue reading Femme Fatale: Persephone, Greek Goddess of the Underworld
Most English-speaking westerners are acquainted with the image of the Grim Reaper: skeletal, hooded, often wielding a scythe. It's an effective visual shorthand, a skeleton wrapped in its death shroud hefting an intimidating and dangerous agricultural tool that often doubled as a weapon when the occasion necessitated. The metaphor? As the farmer cuts down his … Continue reading Femme Fatale: The Feminine Tradition of Death
"Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love." - Hamilton Wright Mabie For many, 2017 has been a rough year. On my worst days, I would count myself among those who lost faith in the idea, the conviction, that our world could be made a better place. Then I … Continue reading Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year
