Your lips sip tea and kiss boys and girls. They recite spells and burn from the spice of jalapeño margaritas. They are the boundary between the thoughts you keep in your head and the words you speak out loud. Bold and blood red, or bare naked. Just keep them moisturized.
Here the Moon-Birds will sacrifice to you, our readers, a weekly poem which has caught our eye(s)—poems which invoke, in whatever way, witchy-ness, spooky-ness, the sacred feminine, the mysterious, or the otherworldly. * I have a deep and longstanding love for Emily Dickinson. When I was a somewhat angsty teenager, the idea of cloistering myself... Continue Reading →
Witches don't just wear pointy hats and appear suddenly on Halloween. More and more, witchcraft is woven into the stories of our culture, and our own personal narratives. Here are a handful of recommended readings that connect, in some way, to our coven.
Here the Moon-Birds will sacrifice to you, our readers, a weekly poem which has caught our eye(s)—poems which invoke, in whatever way, witchy-ness, spooky-ness, the sacred feminine, the mysterious, or the otherworldly. * I suspect Marie Howe of being an actual goddess walking among us--and I don't just say that because she teaches in my... Continue Reading →
We hide our emotions. We hide our bra straps. Our significant other hides a shirt from us that they hate. We hide a sight from ourselves we don’t wish to see. We hide the truth in fiction. Sometimes there is power in hiding, in choosing when to reveal and to whom. But some things need to be exposed.
Here the Moon-Birds will sacrifice to you, our readers, a weekly poem which has caught our eye(s)—poems which invoke, in whatever way, witchy-ness, spooky-ness, the sacred feminine, the mysterious, or the otherworldly. * We have a guest post this week, from the luminous, numinous Moon-Bird @elizabethhermione. She has the following to say about Ada Limón's... Continue Reading →
In this section, we at Moon-Birds will regularly offer recommendations from our own witchy, weird, wild, and wicked playlists. Feast your ears on this, and get magickal. * Writers have the power to create worlds. Castles by the lake, shellfish-induced dream worlds, villages in beards, or the craziest of all: Florida. (Image: Serrated Lobster, Cancer serratus by James... Continue Reading →
Here the Moon-Birds will sacrifice to you, our readers, a weekly poem which has caught our eye(s)—poems which invoke, in whatever way, witchy-ness, spooky-ness, the sacred feminine, the mysterious, or the otherworldly. * This week's poem is one that has haunted me for a while: so I dug it up for you. William Stafford's "Traveling... Continue Reading →
Sometimes you read to escape. To check into an imaginary hotel and take a vacation from reality. Sometimes you read to pull the reality of the world right in front of your eyes and refuse to look away. Sometimes you read about someone else's tragedy to exorcise your own.
