Fire in Winter

(Poem)

Totentanz

Three days of thought, dancing. A day or two of the dead. There’s the goddess who drowns children. The goddess who goes down and then returns. And the two dead under the tomb. There’s the death in the eyes of another, though he is not dead but only beginning to live. Eyes can dance, you […]

When Gods Come Back Around….

The night before I left Seattle, my brother-in-law brought me two glasses of mead which we’d brewed together, a Methyglyn, an herbed-mead brewed with herbs sacred to my gods of which the majority-part was Chamomile, sacred to Arianrhod. “I brought you two,” he said. “One for Dionysos.” There’s much to say regarding this matter, but […]