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per amica silentia lunae

or, across the ferny brae with the evil voodoo celt

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As requested
dream
evcelt
The poem I wrote that will be published in the Samhain edition of Witches&Pagans magazine:

Tribe-of-Choice

Not (just) from any deep salt tie
Of blood or spiraled genes; these links
Are subtle and strong as spider-silk
Lit by lightning of meaning, hung
With dew of teardrops, singing
A hundred tones of laughter and love.
Lives past may have made this chain,
Or fate’s direction forged it-
What matters is the choiring, twining
Dance and song, ninth wave standing,
Web ever-changing, always and never
The same.

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Wow...I love your voice.


Wow. That's beautiful. Thanks for sharing.


Lovely. And congratulations!

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