WICCA, 1984.
By Matthew Mars
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since we seem to be speaking of ghosts
and the old religion tonight
since most of us are wrapped in black
and bearded anyway
blown in by santa ana … Continue reading→
By Matthew Mars
She was on my mind a lot this morning. She often is. I’m still mad at her for leaving us all like that. I’m so glad, though, I got to participate, now and then, in her art. … Continue reading→