I don’t write enough on here about my own practices, perhaps I should, perhaps I shouldn’t, but my partner writes and so something of my own Solstice is wrapped up in the words she sews, so scoot over and read the words of the Morrigan… hagiography » Blog Archive » The Henge and other matters
Flames flap in the wind as standards marking spaces in which they with little thought of tomorrows passing draw slight succour from yesterday’s loss. The sun sign silhouetted amidst black shadows falling across the nightline dances in the skylight crimson dresses of evening dinner and wine. Thundrous roars peak and molotov cocktails speak freely of [...]