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Fleeing Father’s Day

Father’s day is hard for me. I’ve been trying to reclaim it in Manannan’s name, as He is my Father now. Since …

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

→ September 25, 2013

Fire in the Head

When you sit smothered in the wool of mediocrity feeling your creativity seep away like water through the earth light a candle …


Note: I did write this poem in the shower, a day or so after having a Daddy Issues Movie-Marathon that included Hook. …

Imbas Forosnai

So, Finn’s post on Awen for the Pagan Blog Project has inspired me a bit. As you may be aware, I worship …

Pursuing Joy

T. Thorn Coyle linked this article on either Google+ or Facebook (or perhaps both), with the message that activists, caretakers, etc, shouldn’t …

The Winter Witch

Zie withdraws coiled like a snake It’s winter Zir bones shake But zie loves the snow and despite the pain welcomes the …