mistaken identities: small meditations on love

the tender colour of snow illuminated by the rising sun---i wish love to be so gentle, so gracious. how could we not improve ourselves? this...

  • The Wood-Witch's Wisdom
    The witch lived in a house in the forest, as witches often do. It was, in fact, a gingerbread house of sorts, or at least a house with ...
  • borealis
    i tied a ribbon to a branch on some wind twisted tree alone in a field of snow the northern lights rippled above wild ribbons in the sk...
  • skull light
    baba yaga's home is the place you go when everything else has fallen apart tucked in twisty trees fenced with stacks of bones bone...