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Exu Capa Preta: Will you dance?
The beast and the gentleman. The predator with an easy smile. The suitor who will consume you.
“When you enter my vision, my gaze seeps into every corner of you; down into the visceral depths of your deceit and fragility. Trickling along your veins, initially teasing with the delicate touch of a lover, seeing what I discover there.Â
 The Dark forest Absorbs Socrates and His Time
There are days when this Earth breathes louder. Days when The Sun, sets on the East. O’clock days. Strange days. Days when structure our braids of golden hair and let go of lost loves setting with the sun. Beasts are never afraid of this call of the Jungle, and again nor afraid of love or […]
The Witch’s Long Winter: Slow-Brewed Samhain Wisdom from the Three Hags
The time of snow and shadow was upon us, and the jubilant hag who sits atop my ribs and skips stones in my blood made new demands. Leave nothing undone, she said. Harvest what’s hearty now. Gather your people. Stack the wood high. Take your lessons from the mountain-dwellers. Stock salt. Build a better fire. […]
Songs of Autumn, Harvests of Blood
Darkness pushes against the glass and the wind wails in the eaves, making the panes rattle. The night beckons. It calls to something inside of me and sings to the very depths of my soul, making the witch blood itch in my veins. It would be easy to go. Easy to slip from the house, […]
