Come find me.

My magic lives at the intersection of intention, action, and reflection. My magic lives at the edge of the dark forest. Image: Growing Through Grief by Natalia Drepina

The Power of the Poison Apple

Last week's coven meeting was powerful for me. We did a quick trance to go down to meet a deity to find out more about our future work. Instead of meeting a deity, I was approached by a shapeshifter taking the forms of Disney villainesses: Maleficent, the Queen of Hearts, the Evil Queen from Snow... Continue Reading →

Unseasonably Warm

Unseasonably Warm the misled tree buds in November, under every scar a battle fought some wiser than others. © 2013 Amoret BriarRose. All rights reserved. Image: Buds of Almond by halfrain - some rights reserved

Limbs Like Veins Across the Sky

Winter Warmth bare black limbs vein the cotton clouded sky, kindling for the cold burn of moonlight © 2013 Amoret BriarRose. All rights reserved. Image: Between the Branches...Fog by glasseyes view - some rights reserved

And the dreaming of trees

And the Dreaming of Trees Fire has returned to root. Leaves are long fallen, pools of amber, my discarded dress. Each thaw: burning awakens flesh, melts armor. Each freeze: contractions split asphalt, shudder the cocoon. Warmth escapes where it can. I return to dreams, blossoms under white blankets. © 2015 Amoret BriarRose. All rights reserved.... Continue Reading →

For Gwion, Cerridwen, and the Cauldron

Blossoming Bones Mystery School has launched its first class, The Cauldron of Cerridwen. I'm incredibly excited about this. And so, I have written a poem from Gwion's perspective. Then she began to boil the cauldron, which from the beginning of its boiling might not cease to boil for a year and a day, until three... Continue Reading →

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