Facts about a Witch you should know –
October 31, 2019
My need is for poetry
October 31, 2019
My need is for poetry,
the burning magic of words
that awaken unguessed at emotion –
and understanding,
sometimes only partial.
I need poetry,
its vivid colours firing imagination
and opening the souls of us all.
P
invisible worlds
October 31, 2019
The visible and invisible worlds are inextricably intertwined…once you’ve opened your eyes to this, you can dance between them.
Alberto Villoldo
One Spirit Medicine: Ancient ways to ultimate wellness
Writing Horror Stories & Novels
October 31, 2019
I am twenty-four years old when a good friend of mine approaches me with a question similar to the one my mother asked me when I was eleven, all those years ago. But this time she says, “My mother is afraid because of the stories I write. She doesn’t want me to have to go to a dark, sad place in order to write sad, dark stories. What do I tell her?”
Our mothers are always afraid. They want what is best for us, and they know the reality of how horrifying the world can really be. They don’t want us to have to traverse imaginary horrors when the world is already full of real ones.
“Tell her,” I say, staring at the wall above my computer, “that the truth is, we don’t have to go to sad, dark places to write our stories. We write our stories to cope with what we’ve already seen.”
Alyssa Wong
The Darkest, Truest Mirrors
But Not Forgotten
October 30, 2019
I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.
You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You’ll hold me in your memory
And keep my image, there without me,
By telling later loves about me.
Dorothy Parker
let you touch me
October 30, 2019
I will only let you touch me, if your hands are so full of intention, that every brush of your palms feels like you’re writing a novel on my skin.
Azra T
Braille