“Ignorance, the root and stem of every evil.”- PlatoEducators are my heroes. They are my family. I work for them, in higher education institutions. In my daily life, I spend most of my time surrounded by students and educators, facilitating...
From the Book of WorkNot long ago, they say,Love magics were commonly referred to as projects, fortunes and tricksThey are sweet and spicey and seductiveThey are prickly, piercing and poisonousIn colors warm, wild, rich or mildThe hours of this...
Should a great disease of disruption,a rotten smell of corruption,arise around your countrymen,who let this feral evil in;and now your neighbors flee their home,again to somewhere else to roam,and these traitors to Liberty's words,are acting like...
The Hag of Winter;In all her terrible beautyrides on wind and night--with hoard and host, and huntand unholy sightShe the Witch Queen,Lady of the Hill,and wife to the frost;A night,A light,To honor your ride.Hag's night in my path takes place on December...
"Moonshot" by Via Hedera, 2024Guns and witches have history. These weapons were supposed to have been used to fire shots of silver or hair at our familiars or our shadow-selves. These silver bullets or supposed hair-balls were...
You'll all be toasted tea soon enough.And food for the dead, the devil, the dark.And all traditions will pass onwards.As they do.I was never big on Lughnasa and Lammas; they aren't big parts or even really known parts of my culture and are not part of...
Sin-mother of sharpers and shylocks, sharks and showmen.She is the Headless One, and all schemers love her,She has no qualms, or troubled thoughts for those that come to bother.GamblerThieverCheaterDeceiverOn this dark night, we built your altar.We made...
Fire. Morning/Midday. Midsummer. Masc/Fem. Mars/Venus. Warrior. Healer. Sky-reacher. Herald of summer.. A pink syrup. A violet dye. A brownish/beige tea. A calm after a fire. A rage of color after a stormy...
It's Fortuna's day. Specifically, the Roman goddess. But I admit, Fortuna didn't keep her old clothes when she crossed the pond. Like all the gods who came to America, she transformed a bit. Fortuna, these days, is usually...
Another Pink moon rises, and with it, the feast of rabbits and hares. Sadly, the pickins' were slim this year and I just didn't feel the need or desire to do my flower fry. I don't even know why. I walked with the fields and flowers,...
Luck, Be a Lady TonightLuck, let a gentleman seeJust how nice, how nice a dame you can beI know the way you've treated other guys you've been withLuck be a lady with me.-F. Loesser, American Lyrical MagicianThe only answer...No matter who you are,...
Night-flyer by Via Hederalinocut stamp An Ode to Phoebe Wardby Via HederaBitch. I wana be you.You fun, son of a gun.Gutter queen,often seenmaking bulls flee, way over the hagerleen.Through a hole, over a creek;Inspire the bold and scare...
From garden dibble to rusty sickle, the Green Lady watches and blesses all within her purview.You, oh EarthWho, in utter darkness; crushing and tearing,opens new life to the sunand feeds the dyingthe deadand the living,You, Motherkiss my seedsand make...
"Spider spider, is that web for me?""Of course! To hold you tenderly."Merry Witch's Night. What is it about winter that brings out the domestic magic in me so hard-core? Is it the constant cold and darkness? The silence? ...