Category Archives: Raw Ideas

Did she come out to smoke to make eyes with you? Did she look at you from across dark bar rooms or open cafe courts for want and affection or because you had been looking her way yourself only for … Continue reading →

We are a fraction of our ancestors – only a bit more than their division by way of starlight and dust.  This explains our weakness in all manners physical, emotional, spiritual – maybe not spiritual entirely.  Could it be like … Continue reading →

I’m up as late as late and as early as early – after stars are crisp and before the dark blue is over took by gold and good. Caffeine steeped in boiling water to start the thing; some firery brown … Continue reading →

If woven toes were felted meandering, raging, pooling, falling along easy paths or smoothing rough edges – a small channel in valleys feeding trees and birds and goats and mice – for life and cold places. But algae and worms … Continue reading →

The indescribable absence. Reluctance, called “patience”. Inaction, called “watching”, “sitting”. Without, called “discipline” or “growth”. Bottled up, becoming fodder. Thinking it might become strength, wondering if it is decaying and weakening. Living as half myself on the hunch that I … Continue reading →

Night blooming flowers, budding then blooming under starry and moonlit skies. Long fragrant ghosty petals, translucent white wings with reaching tongues exhaling the most fragrant sighs.  This captivating perfume. Night Blooming: saved, once per year; moonflower; hallucinagines Woody Bushes: forsythia, … Continue reading →

Last night I was awoken by crippling fear. I had a nightmare of course, something I can’t quite remember; one of my reoccurring dreams, of places far away – not the furthest, but the gateway places that lay at the … Continue reading →

Trust in the unknown.  First you have to believe.  Or take enough time to convince the matter surrounding.  Persistence can be a tool.  Sometimes ridiculous-persistence will bend space.  Simple parlor tricks – illusion can build the fodder for “real” magick. … Continue reading →

Needing more magick; the dark and the light.  The sinister feelings I’ve had of Aleister Crowley and the warm filling up hearing three (two old white men one young Asian man) magicians discuss sleight of hand and double-sided cards.  I … Continue reading →