Witch/Pilgrim/Heretic: Poems for Serpents and Sorceresses

A book for serpents and sorceresses.
A meditation on sacred darkness.
A thesis on God and magic.

These are not sequential states of being, but a triskelion of consciousness. They are all aspects of seeking: myth, movement, and philosophy.

This collection of poetry came about as I was walking Camino de Santiago. Many of the poems were written during my journey across Spain. Others were written before or after ⁠— on hikes, at monasteries, in dreams.

As I sat sick in my room all through March 2020, I felt compelled to bring the collection to fruition. This book comprises what is essential in my current philosophy and practice. It has been a balm and comfort to me, and I hope it will help you similarly.

Release Date: May 23rd 2020

A few poems from Witch/Pilgrim/Heretic

Do the work every day

I hear a rattle every time I breathe, and I won’t lie: I am afraid. I’m usually fit and healthy and rarely get sick, so at this point I’m hoping that my new sound effect is a result of undetected coronavirus, not something I’ve developed separately while the virus closes in. However, that’s the most likely scenario — criminally bad timing.

I’m pushing my way through WITCH / PILGRIM / HERETIC at an unholy rate. I just published Between Death and the Devil, but that was a tarot themed lark, not something that speaks to fear and death and love in desperate times. I take comfort that my first book of poetry, So Our Idols are Dead, addresses some of that, but while it focuses on the personal and political, WITCH / PILGRIM / HERETIC is a deeply spiritual text.

I want it finished. Just in case. Just in case it helps someone feel a little better. Just in case it helps me. My anxiety has long forced me to confront uncontrollable fears with ambivalence and love. Right now, I’m turning to that strength: doing the work, like always, every day. Resting. Feeling love. Doing the work that feeds my soul.

May you find kindness in your most desperate hour
especially the kindness you can give yourself
when you realize how cruelly you’ve been treating
this soul you’re made of.

May you learn from every mistake and every pain
so that each trauma and tragedy
doesn’t seem like meaningless cruelty.
May you let yourself mourn meaningless cruelty.

May you trust what you’ve learned,
standing proud in the knowledge
that you know more than yesterday.

May you revisit former states with ease.
May you age with grace.

May you always fight for those in need
abruptly or obliquely
but always deeply.

May you find the words you need to hear
even if you have to write them yourself.

Between Death and the Devil: Tarot Poems

Temperance stands between Death and the Devil —
she balances the world,
mitigates the pull to hell,
accepts the dead into a deeper, sweeter underworld.

To all things constant ever,
she drips with jewels and pomegranate seeds —
who else could reconcile
such fierce, frenetic types of love?

Between Death and the Devil: Tarot Poems is out now, and I’m giving away copies for free over at StoryOrigin! There’s a poem for each of the tarot cards, written during my study of tarot. Originally published as a zine containing only the Major Arcana, I delayed publishing this project in order to add poems for all the Minor Arcana.

It’s also available on Amazon, if you’d like to buy it instead. The paperback edition will be out shortly.

If you’d like to support me without giving a cut to our corporate overlords, download the book for free on StoryOrigin, then head over to my newly minted Ko-fi page to buy me a hot beverage.