Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Pepper Spray Carols

    So, um, yea. A call was put out to make pepper spray themed Christmas carols. I might have gone too far with it. My first attempt was based on “Let It Snow“, and I chucked around three ‘verses’ for the fun of it. But my muse would just not allow me to leave it there.

  • Practical Distinctions

    So, there’s a blog anthology site I contribute to called Practical Pagans. And there is a podcast show starting next week called Practical Druidry. The two are NOT related. Practical Pagans has contributions from pagan bloggers of many different paths, temperaments, and viewpoints. Our resident druids are Blackbird O’Connell and Morgan Daimler. Practical Druidry is…

  • Master

    Crown or horns, it matters not. They circle round your brow in spiral menace. Let those who fear you tremble. Pleading sounds of sheep.

  • London Broil Marinade

    I found this marinade in the comments section of the Chowhound Post: “Tips on marinating/tenderizing London Broil“. It worked really well the first time I tried it, but I completely forgot to save my notes AND the page link. So I’m placing it here where I can’t possibly forget it. Because yummies should be shared.

  • Silly Girl, I Wasn’t Thru

    Deep laughter echoing through worlds and dreams. I know that sound so well. I thought I would never hear it again. My heart both rose and fell. “I’ve sent you an invite, informal and vulgar. Through muck and field, for you. Don’t know why you’ve tossed away my number, Silly girl, I wasn’t thru.

  • Operation

    “Oh, there you are.” He looked up at the sound of her voice. Nervously, he tried to cover the paper he was writing on with his hands. Which only focused her attention on the scribbles and marks. “What are you doing?” When he stuttered, she looked up at his face. “And why are you so…

  • Rum And Cigars

    I took the door not meant for me. You laughed and offered me a chair. I sought only advice. You laughed and gave gifts. I told you what I wanted. You laughed and gave me what I needed.

  • A Fine Day For A Hanging

    Another day, another town. I really didn’t stop to look what the name of this one was. Even if I did learn it, it would be forgotten by the time I was on the main street of the next town. I noted the dress of the locals varied from 1950’s American Suburbia to Old West…

  • To Oshun, From Margaret’s Daughter

    Your skin glistens, draping your form like sun-warmed honey. Full of the sweetness and delights of womanhood.

  • My Backyard

    The wind plays tag with the plump birds in the trees. Chasing them from this branch to that branch. Catching them unaware and laughing as they mutter noisily amongst themselves. The roses bloom all about me. Pouring their scent onto the dancing zephyrs. Hearing the confessions of the bees in exchange for cast off pollen.

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