Category: writing

Waxing Gibbous

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I’m on the radio!

8pm tonight, Wyldwood Radio. An interview and a bit of music too! Enjoy. https://wyldwood.org/radio/

The Celtic Goddess- Out Today!

I am absolutely delighted to have contributed towards this anthology of goddess wisdom, alongside some of my favourite authors, no less. Ebook only, but less than £2 which is a real bargain for the content. Click image to purchase.

Samildánach

Will I have any corn to bring To place on the stone within the ring? Will I have flesh to cut and burn And place inside the bubbling urn? Will I have neeps and spuds and carrots To fill these wide and simmering pots?…

DIY

The dog pant roar Of a hand saw DIY, oh why In this heat They must be mad Have they had Enough of dust And rust And just one more shelf Rollers in hand (not hair) And sleeves to there Or not at all…

Greydawn

When the sun doesn’t rise Majestically over The horizon But diffuses through cloud Like milk spilling Through ink When bird song sends Rain shivering Onto sodden paths When the moon has fizzled damply And stars have sighed and left Without saying goodbye When night…

A Day in the Woods

What a lovely weekend. I was honoured to be a part of the Online Beltane Music Festival, run by the Pagan Federation Disabilities Team, and really enjoyed seeing the other speakers and performers and interacting with the guests. For those who can’t get out…

Online Beltane Music Festival!

Just look at this line up! I’m so excited to be on the same line up as Damh the Bard and Inkubus Sukkubus, as well as amazing speakers such as Kitchen Witch Rachel Patterson and Hopeless, Maine‘s Nimue Brown. Here’s the link to the…

Moonlight Haiku

Door slam traffic jam Fuming, steam from ears, hot mess I pause, moonlight healed.

Rules for Living on the Moon

Don’t touch the flag Kicking moon dust In faces Is Not On! Look frequently towards The earth Admire the sun With protection Of course Reflect Inwards and out No cheese jokes Ok, that’s not mandatory The only holes Are in the plot.

The Moon

A card is pulled A sphere Leaning to the side Of mercy. Our animal self Howls at it Barks at it Gnashes shark teeth But we can’t control The master of tides We fear the path Between the two towers Yet walk it we…

Jam

Sticky, clicky poppy lid Snaps open; nasal bliss Ensues; a sugary mid Morning madness Red, glistening, pips Upon my shoulder Captain of the preserves Conserve my energy For this conserve A jewel upon my knife Then spread on wheat Burnt, golden, sweet Jam makes…