Samhain Festivities

Samhain marks the end of the harvest season and the beginning of the colder seasons. Known as one of the fire festivals, Samhain falls between the autumn equinox and the winter solstice. It’s seen as a time for remembrance, as many believe the veil between the physical world and the spirit world is thin, allowingContinue reading “Samhain Festivities”

Twenty Questions (ITMH Edition) pt. 1

What am I most proud of with ITMH? Honestly, just that it’s out. I’m a very “oh-I-hate-this-let-me-start-completely-over” person and the fact that I wrote this collection and stuck with it has me very proud of myself. Book wise, I’m proud of the pieces inside, the way I was able to get what I wanted allContinue reading “Twenty Questions (ITMH Edition) pt. 1”


Lughnasadh, also known as Lammas, falls on August first and into August second. It marks the halfway point between the summer solstice and the autumn equinox, where the days begin to get shorter. Many celebrate this day with baking of breads and cakes, playing games, and making corn dollies. Correspondences: Colours: gold, brown, green Crystals:Continue reading “Lughnasadh”

I Work for a Church – But I’m a Queer Artist

Yes, you read the title correctly. I’m queer and work for a church. I’m well aware that there are some beautiful churches out there that do support and love us lgbt+ but the church I work for and grew up in, is not one of them. So then why do I work for them? TheContinue reading “I Work for a Church – But I’m a Queer Artist”

Poems to Read Based on Your Favorite Tarot Cards

I went around and asked my fellow witches what their favorite tarot cards were. A few mentioned were crowd favorites, like Strength and The Sun, whereas others said they really liked the Queen of Cups and the Chariot. I took a few of them, went to my bookshelf, and picked out poems I felt wentContinue reading “Poems to Read Based on Your Favorite Tarot Cards”

XIII (death)

it takes at least 80 years for my bones to crack and become brittle,in 50 years they can be made into a home for native flowers.vines will travel around my ribcage and a mouse will burrowin the leaves where my heart used to be.a gentle creature, timid,only rustling out when the weather feigns happy. andContinue reading “XIII (death)”