by: Rhosyn Gwyn Standing on the precipice of possibility Like a nestling Flexing neophyte wings For the first time Nameless obscurity Clouds the landscape where all will be known and understood Benumbing fear Intoxicating joy Mingling As I spread my wings And jump into the future Bio.: My name is Rhosyn Gwyn, and I…
by Laura Violet Rimola (translated from Italian by Alessandro Zabini) A tinkle rustles through the gloaming mists and comes to the farthest shores, calling the Barge of the deep Journey. Silently comes the Barge, gliding over the waters, coming close to the shingle, calling us aboard it, and we sit down inside it… It’s empty….
by: Leandra Standing in her kitchen, she ponders her life Her never ending job as a mother and wife She thinks back to the days of Olde And how the witches lived as the stories are told So much has changed throughout all these years Fear for their lived replaced with new fears Do we…
By Ann Marie Hunting through shadows, Owl stalks the night, shrieking as Claws Find Prey. Sacred Emergence, Goddess of Nine Flowers birthing night to day
Goddess Full Moon Prayer By Sky Fowler Guide me in serenity as I step into my sovereignty without judgment, accepting myself how I am, perfect in my imperfection. Guide me as I step into my power, shedding the self-doubt and negative self-talk as a reptile sheds its skin. Guide me as I blossom, unburden me…