Kelly McMullen
recovery & mental health
record keeping deep animism p o e t r y
moon-following
salt-headed
This is my blog and central space
Wild Mysteries
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- I am told to write to my Muse.I wake up magic. Still smoke in my hair. First thought must get back to tent. It was 31 degrees out and windchills so it felt 20 on the night we first put in the stove, seasoned a week outdoors. Cast iron thick, and on an earthen tile floor. This is when Brigid gets in. […]
- Gratitude. At the onset of year 23.It’s like I wake up each day in a parallel universe the one where I am left wondering wait, where did that casual glory of day to day life handmade and well-worked (so damn hard for!) go, how the hell did I end up here? This is how it feels day after day, every day […]
*POETRYPOETRYPOETRY* KdadaB
^ poetry by me ^ the corner i go
to magic meet
There is a god/dying in America/already created/in the imagination of men/made palpable/for adoration:/there is an inner/anterior image/of divinity/beckoning me out/to pilgrimage.
O future, unimaginable God. Allen Ginsberg
An Earth Song
It’s an earth song,–
Langston Hughes
And I’ve been waiting long for an earth song.
It’s a spring song,–
And I’ve been waiting long for a spring song.
Strong as the shoots of a new plant
Strong as the bursting of new buds
Strong as the coming of the first child from its mother’s womb.
It’s an earth song.
A body song.
I have been waiting long for this spring song.
Kel 