All posts tagged: Wolves

Bloodmoon

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Poem
full moon with clouds moving across ... one might expect werewolves

Out there Over night While we sleep The goddess is bleeding Nurturing the new year Wolfmoon too The howl vibrates Calling the hunters Breath formed to ice The hunt laborious Snow is high Garnet on white Blood above Blood below The new year awakens

An Ancient Song

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Short Story

Prologue The moon stood in an almost perfect circle on the firmament. For her, this meant time for ritual. The priestess sighed sometimes she wished there were different ways. Sometimes she wished she could refuse to see. It was a warm summers’ night despite the light rain that hung over the coast for days. She loved this weather, the rain was not strong enough to permeate the clothes and mist arose steaming from the meadows, […]

A Prologue to an Emerging Story

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Short Story

The moon stood in an almost perfect circle on the firmament. For her, this meant time for ritual. The priestess sighed; sometimes she wished there were different ways. Sometimes she wished she could refuse to see. It was a warm summers’ night despite the light rain that hung over the coast for days. She loved this weather, the rain was not strong enough to permeate the clothes, tiny droplets a fragile silver armor on top […]