Sea Shanty

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

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Nymph

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

Femme Fatale: Coatlicue, Mexica Earth Mother & Death Goddess

*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

Femme Fatale: Hel, Nordic Goddess of the Dead

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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

Femme Fatale: Persephone, Greek Goddess of the Underworld

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

Femme Fatale: The Feminine Tradition of Death

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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