Where I dwell Is forest, lake and moss Is grass and mud And paths well tracked Renewed with rain Yet strain and pain Are the stained glass In the window My face is pressed against. When I dwell On past and present Voices raised… Continue Reading “Dwell”
The new moon, sliver of silver Sits upon the cloud throne Serious as ever. Never have I felt Such grief For someone I never met Yet my soul is aching Heart is breaking Diamonds in my eyes Make jewels street lights. This modern love… Continue Reading “Juxtaposition”
In Pagan Pages this month I was lucky enough to interview George Nicholas of Cernunnos Rising. Read the interview here.