Winter
Lone Grove New Year
by angeliska on January 2, 2009
It’s become a New Year’s tradition for me and mine to go out to Lone Grove, a ghost-town near Llano and my ancestral home. My aunt and uncle live there now, and before them my grandparents and great-grandparents lived there. (…)
Pink Moons
by angeliska on December 31, 2008
Ah, another year has found us struck dumb in awe at the turning- this year a strange one, where the perspective has not yet caught up to me. I have lots of resolutions and goals for this year that I’ve (…)
Happy Hexmas!
by angeliska on December 26, 2008
If you haven’t guessed by now, I really get into holidays- in my own peculiar way. I just enjoy the idea that a day, or series of days is extraordinary and to be a reason to celebrate and enjoy any (…)
Winter Solstice – Dark Season
by angeliska on December 21, 2008
Tonight we will celebrate the Winter Solstice, hopefully under the stars with good friends around a roaring fire- mugs of something steaming and spicy in our hands. Right now it’s so cold and blustery outside that my hands are almost (…)
Imps of Winter
by angeliska on December 20, 2008
The other morning when I awoke, a cloud had fallen to earth and everything was enveloped in a thick haze. It made everything seem especially ghostly and mysterious, as if a winter spell had been cast by mischievous imps intent (…)
Snow Maidens
by angeliska on December 9, 2008
Snow Queen – from a performance I did at the very last Cabaret Revoltaire in New Orleans. Today in Texas there was a record high of 80 degrees. It was too hot for the sweater and scarf I’d worn this (…)
The New Year
by angeliska on December 31, 2007
The Blanchette is a goat-fairy who appears on New Year’s Eve to bestow blessings upon a household. She comes bearing two babies, one is sweet and rosy-cheeked and crowned with a garland of blossoms. The other child is sickly, wan (…)
Cold Days and Child Things
by angeliska on February 7, 2007
On cold days it is Easy to behave and Easy to believe in it With a bit of ice under my clothes My tongue against the teeth I think of nothing Walk around the house on the cold ‘Til it (…)
