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 … [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 Socialism In 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 … [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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