FAITH So I read this poem about a rare spice with an unpronounceable name, and before I know it, I’m catapulted into sex and some car crash of emotions, and I think: Why can’t I write a poem like that? Why can’t I come up breathless like I do from under the surf for […]
Kate Marshall Flaherty | WICCAN CRAFT IN THE WOODS
Wiccan Craft in the Woods Taylor Creek Park Wooden staff in hand, purple cord and tunic, the caller summons us, “Oyay, Oyay!” Norse metal rounds his neck, his voice commanding and gentle. We follow, tread soft on grass, form a circle while a priest cuts the space with a sword. A witty one sweeps away […]