Good Little Heathen Girl
For my desire for my God burrows into my flesh like sharp talons into my naked shoulder.
A pain so delightfully endured.
How to Love the Scorpio Moon
In honor of the Scorpio full moon and my own moon in Scorpio, I also wanted to share some of my favorite altar items for spells and intentions surrounding these themes of shadow work, rebirth, dark sensuality, and peering into the unknown.
The Path of the Pathless Witch
I am not exempt from destruction. I burn often, as the embers remain glowing in my womb through the generations. The liquid fire in my veins kills me, sometimes slow, like sweet burning molasses, sometimes quick as silver. Over and over, I die for the Nameless.
Marie DuBois
She held the revolver up to her temple and looked over to the white rabbit with a single patch of black over his right eye, a rabbit she simply called Señor, sitting calmly in the dirt in the corner of the Mexican hut. His whiskers twitched slightly. She thought not of her husband, but of Robert. She pulled the trigger.
The Day I Was Claimed By Kali
A strange tingle, a surge of electric fire, circulated throughout my body as I bid her farewell for the moment. I was no longer me; my mysterious protector took over, allowing me to feel what was happening as she observed my world through her eyes.
Cry of the Millennial Witch
I am part of a generation of witches rising up to say Fuck it. A generation of witches that has been burned too many times, and refuses to silently wither away in the flames again.