Finding Land Spirits and The Fae

Catriona McDonald

Helpful tips and tricks to finding the spirits we share space with on this earth. Preliminary Steps The following precautions should be heeded when one goes searching for spirits of land.Get out of your car. Remove the roof, fill it full of soil, and plant a tree inside. Turn off your phone.  If it's too smart to be turned off, apply open flame. Pull out your headphones and smash them with a rock.  Sweep up the pieces and dispose of them properly.  If recycling facilities do not exist … [Read more...]

Under the Pavement, The Forest

Photo by Nick Graham

I have a forest:It’s not mine, of course, anymore than anything else--my clothes, my home, my words--are mine or anyone’s.It’s a forest.  A small one, towering big-leaf Maples over small stands of Alder and scattered Cedars.  A small stream bed, waiting for the relentless Seattle rains to fill its ravine with flowing life.  Salmonberry is winning in its struggle with Blackberry, Snowberries with their understated leaves standing lightly over the sturdier Oregon Grape.The Elder isn … [Read more...]

Missing The Forest

Sacred Heart

I found home.At least for now.  You never quite know how things go.  Love, calamity, poverty, gentrification, fires, earthquakes...things fall apart quicker than you can ever guess.  A policeman could shoot an unarmed kid and the whole town erupts in riot because they do this all the time and they've finally had enough, and maybe the place you live gets teargassed and you have to leave.  Or maybe you could be the kid, and then you really end up having to leave, even though you'll stick aro … [Read more...]

The Dance of Desire and Delight

It is strange to be a writer, particularly in the midst of life.Those of you reading this who also write may understand, perhaps agree or disagree, but it seems to me there exists an often difficult and fascinating conflict between the voice of narration and the body of experience.I am writing this in a notebook.  The pages of compressed wood-pulp glare garishly white at my return glance as I attempt to interrupt its pristine nothingness, its blank receptivity, with ink scrawls of black. … [Read more...]

The Liberation of the Earth

Familiar to Anarchists and Witches...

“It is immoral to use private property in order to alleviate the horrible evils that result from the institution of private property. It is both immoral and unfair.”--Oscar Wilde, The Soul of Man Under SocialismIn the light of the crescent moon she creeps in, hooded in black.  It’s late, and hardly anyone would be awake.  The darkness is her friend, her ally, and it is best to stalk in silence.  Slipping under the fence, her jeans and sweatshirt covered in dust and fallen leaves, she gaze … [Read more...]

Of Love and Land Spirits

Courtesy Eric Wallen

  We, by the Lake Willow inclines her tasseled boughs towards the earth, but in the south, Oak is tasseled too, garlanded with Spanish Moss.  Sage-blue tufts drape over branches, gossamer ribbons adorning the shade-queen of the summerlands. Willow mourns, but at night, so too does Oak, a dirging dance of stillness, unnoticed steps through silver light seeping through clouded skies.A moon ago I sat under her cloaking branches with him, by the lake whose surface shimmered in slight … [Read more...]


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