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Norns of Winter – Solstice Wishes
by angeliska on December 21, 2016
Last night was the longest and darkest night in 500 years, or so I was told… I was up late writing, and the moon shone bright over my backyard, illuminating the bare trees and dead leaves. Tonight I honor the (…)
Fallings, Turnings – AUTUMNAL EQUINOX
by angeliska on September 22, 2014
Here we are at the turnings again. It seems that the turnings are the main moments (or the only ones, lately anyway) that I feel inspired or most dedicated to writing about. This is when I write most, when the (…)
Thief of Roses
by angeliska on June 13, 2014
I was raised to adore roses. My mother loved them passionately, and watching her nurture them, prize them, photograph and paint them, I always knew that they were sacred to her. From early on, I came to associate her name, (…)
THE QUEERBOMB IS READY TO BLOW!
by angeliska on May 31, 2013
It’s Queerbomb time in Austin again, sweethearts! We’re getting ready to flood the streets with beautiful, proud happy queers and queens letting their freaks flags fly gaily in the summer wind, and if you’re in Texas, I hope you’ll come (…)
Beltane Fire – Pink Moon
by angeliska on May 1, 2013
Calloo, callay, it’s May Day! I’ve been fighting off the annual Scorpio moon lethargy that apparently strikes me every year – strange but true, I find myself struggling to climb a seemingly endless mountain of correspondence, household chores, gardening et (…)
Gay Bi Gay Gay
by angeliska on March 17, 2013
It’s that time of year again: spring is in the air, and my house is packed to the brim with lovely vagabonds sprawled out on every bit of available floorspace. In Austin, the second week of March heralds the invasion (…)
Spirit Song Rock
by angeliska on November 20, 2012
Right. So, instead of getting married on 11.11.12 – I drove out to the hills, out to the place where the earth reaches up to touch the stars. The place where my bones come from, the place where my people (…)
11.11.12. – INSTEAD
by angeliska on November 11, 2012
11.11.11 – ELEVEN ELEVEN ELEVEN – A WISH. One year ago, today, we went to Marfa instead of getting married. My love and I. We went out there, to the big sky and dry desert to try to heal, to (…)
A FRESH WOUND IN THE WING OF THE YOUNG YEAR (for Esme)
by angeliska on January 8, 2012
Photo of the memorial altar at Esme’s gate by Laura Skelding / AMERICAN-STATESMAN A week ago, in the wee hours of the new year’s dim beginnings, a girl was murdered. She was a friend of many of my friends, and (…)
Las Catrinas
by angeliska on November 3, 2011
Alas, this year’s flurry of activity and happenings left me entirely wrung out, and in a state of disrepair, having been bogged down with whatever malaise has got everyone around me likewise gripped in its throes. Thus, I find myself (…)
