"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
My husband and I are packing up to move in the next 2 weeks, and I'm going through some old boxes and old papers and I stumbled across some old poems and short stories that I wrote when I was a kid. Sharing here for fun. Poem 1 Philodendrons and Gillead spice/make the eternal garden … Continue reading Childhood poems
A witchy wreath I made tonight in honor of my favorite season.
I cannot do shavasana. Ask me to become a cobbler, a cobra, even an eagle. I can do. But I cannot yet be a corpse.
I am a storyteller. The little old witch in the woods. I believe in the warmth of wood and green growing things. I find the threads of my stories in the restless spots of sunlight that fill my front yard and the grit of baked earth beneath my bare feet. I light candles at the … Continue reading Storyteller
Rebel Rose is a badass motherfucker. She don't take shit from any man,or any woman, or any person, for that matter. Rebel Rose believes in inclusivity. Rebel Rose doesn't have to prove anything to anybody. Her everything is contrary. Her walk is aggressive, her posture, a challenge; the iridescent shimmer of her neon cotton panties, … Continue reading Rebel Rose
Velveteen bears worn to threads after years of childhood and adulthood clutching; earthenware pots spilling chili peppers to the ground, and the rough twine that hangs the harvest to dry on back porches. The dress of the local bruja, known for the mystical powers of her one brown eye. Spearing bait onto the tiniest of … Continue reading Meditation on Color: Brown
What Andrea wanted was a cup of coffee, all cream, no sugar. If she didn’t get one soon, she was afraid the pounding behind her eyes might finally make her skull explode. Giovanni’s cries knifed through the ashy light of the kitchen, and Andrea’s hands involuntarily clenched in cranky irritation. Much as she was tempted … Continue reading Clunky Mornings
Thomas was sweating as he paced the room. The burgundy carpet was beginning to show a groove from his relentless repetition of steps. Twelve big steps north, about-face, seventeen middling steps south. He needed that necklace. There were only a few hours left. He glanced through the open doorway, his view partially obscured by the … Continue reading Secrets
There once was a girl, who happened to be a princess. But she was mostly just a girl. She liked playing with her puppy, Waggington, and painting the leaves she saw rustling outside the window. Her favorite season was autumn, and she was kind. One day, she was throwing a ball for Sir Waggington (her … Continue reading Little Magics