Calm as you please, my mother set an incisor and a canine on the Formica table top. The teeth were pearly white, perfectly shaped and free of decay. She pointed to the incisor. “This came out at the doctor’s office while you were on the phone.” She pointed to the canine. “This came out last week. I startedContinue reading “SAMHAIN: Musings on Pain and Death–A Personal Journey”
Category Archives: Magickal Living
Immigrant
My friend immigrated from Pakistan when he was eleven. He might be thirty years or so old now. He has an accent. He looks Middle Eastern with large, dark brown eyes and glossy, black hair and a quick and ready smile. He prays to Allah every day facing Mecca, several times a day and quiteContinue reading “Immigrant”
My Sweet Shadow, To You I Look No More
I had talked about metal music and recalling unpleasant memories in an earlier post. Wouldn’t you know it, I had the most vivid, controlled recall of my life a few days ago. I was alone, almost as if the part of my mind that controlled access to those memories had read the post, and IContinue reading “My Sweet Shadow, To You I Look No More”
From The Jerk to A TOOL
“A couple of people have asked me about my ‘complicated relationship’ status. I just want you all to know that I’m in a relationship with me. It’s complicated, definitely, but I’m the only one who has to put up with my crap <laughs>.” ~my FaceBook status on January 21, 2014. The explanation behind my statusContinue reading “From The Jerk to A TOOL”
An Open Letter to A Creep
Dear Creepy Guy at the Bar: I’m thinking you might be a nice person. I’m thinking your mother loves you. Very much. But somewhere along the line she failed to teach you how to approach people. Or maybe it was an oversight on your father’s part. I speculate equitably. Since the fine art of conversation,Continue reading “An Open Letter to A Creep”
I.O. Kirkwood 