Tattoo

Wisdom from a reluctant deity. Baba Yaga is a misunderstood Goddess in the Slavic pantheon most commonly depicted as a decrepit crone either at home in her house standing on chicken legs, as a bird, or flying in/with a mortar and pestle. She has been known from Poland and present…

With Modern Techniques to Connect to Your Guides and Ancestors The exact beginnings of automatic writing or spirit writing are difficult to pinpoint, however historians highlight that the practice of spirit writing first appears in China during the Liu Song Dynasty between the years 420 and 479 CE. In this…

Tension and Resonance When you kiss me , I kiss you We breathe life breath inspired high Dangerous insanity unclean immoral And dirty. For your hands are no rougher than mine And there are no sins that cannot be forgiven in time. The time we spend suspends the day framed…

Witchcraft = intent + recipes to focus that intention + direction of universal life force energy toward that intent. Our ingredients are used to amplify our intention by containing unique energies that correspond to what we are seeking to either manifest or remove. So where do these correspondnce listicles come…

On a budget, make the supermarket your apothecary! SNAP can turn the grocery store into your kitchen witch apothecary. The produce and baking sections has a variety of herbs, carrier oils, and inexpensive tools. Using the grocery story as my witchy supply store enables me to be creative and minimilistic…

I’m coming back to this I think time somewhere I missed The date, the decade, the time slipped Decades rolling forward altogether now What am I you but flesh warmed overalls Like a black raincoat entirely too heavy for my shoulders Enveloping me completely, safe for the elements Wouldn’t want…

(painting and poem) barefoot on the grass looking in memory of a home passed on gliding through the door again though the wood still stands the house is not my own when I was a child barefoot on that same grass my dad and I would have a catch he…

glass cracked façade the unraveling fray, a separating marriage slipping between my fingers but still holding on to a glass fragment of warmth in a one room tenement. gritty worcester mass where there are no screens on the windows only the cross glare of traffic obscuring the scenes of depravity…