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Poem: Fringe

neon fringe old lace hip scarf reminding me of my old hip life city lights dance class shimmying on the same stage where punk bands spat and dead friends once played neon green, deep cyan buried in this beige town...

Flannels and quilts and it’s time to dye my hair again

Well, the rains have come off and on this week, and monsoon season seems to be upon us for the next few months. Still, there’s been some sun, and the garden seems to be enjoying the change. Inside the house, October means the start of flannel sheet season, which...

Friday Stitch Day update: October 1, 2021

Happy October! It’s the season of wanting warm knits. You’d think that would mean I would have touched my Wassailing Stole as mentioned in last week’s post, but you’d be wrong. Instead, I tried my hand at knitting socks. Well, one sock. Well, I got a couple inches in...

Monday Memorabilia/Collections: Lemax Eerie-Go-Round

One of my favorite Lemax pieces, and not just because I got it for a steal. Originally priced at $130 CDN as a 2018 Michael’s exclusive piece, I was in the checkout line at the Uptown Michael’s in Victoria a couple days after Halloween in 2018 with a bunch...

Poem: Fertilizer

The old hag sneers as she passes my garden a witch too early for Samhain “Goddamn idiot, why the fuck did you do this?” as she misses the riot of roses vivid coneflowers frigid iced lavender hibiscus the last of the fuschia blazing stars spring is a flurry of...

Equinox, escape plans, and a reflush in the garden

Another week gone by. Happy fall! The equinox was this week and I was kinda thinking how I need to be a little bit better at being more in tune with nature. Not in a granola and Greenpeace sorta way, but in a paying attention sorta way. Generally, the...

Monday Memorabilia/Collections: Lemax Esmeralda The Great

We’re getting closer to Halloween! And thus, another Lemax Spooky Town piece, Esmeralda the Great: Cool little piece in which the body rises up out of the coffin. This goes well with any witch theme or graveyards as well, and as an occultist, I have a soft spot for...

Poem: Windswept

another membrane jump no clue where I’m going but better than where I’ve been —can’t be worse, anyway— I paid the time toll to long lost scattered fans work given away free to a good home from my head to your ears I’d forgotten I wrote like that and...