About Sara Amis

Sara Amis writes fiction, poetry, non-fiction, and rants. She is a Faery initiate who kicks it old-school, a member of Hellbender Coven, and has many opinions. Her work has appeared in Datura, Jabberwocky, Lilith Queen of the Desert, Witches and Pagans, Moon Milk Review, A Mantle of Stars, and her blog, the Consequence of Chance. Her poem series The Sophia Leaves Text Messages was published as an artist's book by Papaveria Press. She teaches Tarot and magic sometimes.

Some things I learned from blackberries

blackberries

It’s tough, hardy, even invasive; blackberry left unchecked tends to take over an area and make it its own. Here are a few things I’ve learned from a lifetime among blackberry brambles. [Read more...]

Calling the Fay and Scaring the Monsters

My son, about age 10, dressed as a Pict-sie. No teenaged dignity was harmed in the posting of this photograph.

Meanwhile, down at the child care area set aside to keep the kiddies away from all of the bawdy adult fun, my son looked around at the other children and said, “You realize, this is just a distraction.” [Read more...]

Can a human being be the spirit of a place?

My Marie Laveau altar for St. John's Eve

I started out thinking of Marie Laveau as a kind of local spirit of New Orleans, and wound up learning a lot about Conyers. [Read more...]

The Queen of Fair Elfland

American Elder

Now, I think I could make a good case that New Orleans and Faerie are not that different in some respects. They are both beautiful and a bit, well, sketchy; full of glamorie, charming and occasionally unseelie inhabitants, and very good musicians. They both exist on their own terms, with an independent sense of the passage of time and a peculiar etiquette. Really the biggest difference is that if you go to New Orleans, you definitely want to eat the food. [Read more...]

Perspective in Place

Train cars and wildflowers along the Southern Crescent line

On the way I could see elder bushes, water hyacinths, and a million wildflowers in bloom, known and unknown. I could even, at times, see the tracks of critters in the muddy ditches beside the tracks: deer, rabbits, and raccoons. I could see small towns, too: sun-bleached shotgun houses, comfortable old down-towns with brick courthouses, the utilitarian and the whimsical and the abandoned. As a friend said, it was like a tour of America’s back yard. [Read more...]

From Here to There

On the train!

Today I am going to New Orleans, on the train. I’m conscious of the irony of talking about place while traveling, deliberately displacing myself. But the flora and landscape I can see out of my window are deeply familiar, and will remain so for hundreds of miles; ecologies are large. Human places are more constrained but are created by confluences of forces including human needs, the natural setting, and human technology as an expression of a particular location and time. [Read more...]

Love and Magnolias

Magnolia in bloom

Love can be like a magnolia: valued but wild, blossoming suddenly out of nowhere but also growing and lasting for decades, bringing beauty and transformation to your life, offering dizzying heights and a lovely view for the intrepid climber but not without dangers and pain. All of the things I mentioned above…family, legacy, prosperity, fidelity, even clarity, have their proper roots in love. What plant or tree means home to you? What speaks of love? [Read more...]


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