This veil-thin night, the year lays down its life, and the dead draw breath again to wait with us. An original poem-spell-prayer.
samhain
Fall Back
Owl-light, and the upside of Daylight Savings. An original poem, with audio.
Don’t Ask Me Until this Wine Bottle is Empty
The Florilegia Project #2: Samhain/All Hallows
Die to the Old Year
Happy New Year. Here's a poem about death, kinda.
A Field Offering
Autumn rituals
