Month: January 2025

trees uproot in slow rebellion and march east into the raging sun

from a grotesque mouth of infinite movement an ancient storm is exhaled

wild magic violently evolves between pale palms in search of its true shape

a serpent of roots and black fire coils round the dying earth with a primal hiss it calls forth new worlds from the void

three nights of rain reveals an intricate map made of mud and debris

riddles forged out of starlight there is magic at every turn   every node and intersection hides an incantation that reveals a world beyond our reality

in the soft roar of a newborn flame a flutter of wings stir the molten underbelly of the earth

to the breathing earth we bow robed pagans each presiding over a fae mound as its protector the oath is taken as bodies transform into a conduit for nature’s wrath

I’ll take the small wins over the big any day the quiet over the crowd and be contend with all the seasons have to offer