I rescued this story from my Substack to put it on my blog…where it belongs. ❤ I used to see the old woman on my walks in the morning with my dog, Bailey. She always sat on a bench in the park by herself, the light of the rising sun catching the hem of her... Continue Reading →
I rolled out of bed this morning with no motivation. I made myself go to the gym but I feel like I half-assed my workout. My heel pain has been awful the past few days and I couldn't finish the full 30 minutes I wanted to do on the elliptical. I love lifting but the... Continue Reading →
Good morning! I'm posting here to let you know that I now have a Substack newsletter! My Substack is free but cups of tea are encouraged if you like what I write. My newsletter will consist of paranormal short stories, folklore and mythology, tea recipes, poetry, and all things witchcraft and Paganism. I will still... Continue Reading →
She splits the inky surface, broken glass that mends when She descendsInto dark depths.Queen of algae that graces the rocky bottom of Her palace,A hearth that nourishes Her Kingdom in the rocks. Her tide kisses the shore before the ebb, teasing the sand as pipers scurryIn Her wake.Immense waves crest with foaming mouths as She... Continue Reading →
CW: death of family member I can't really remember what color it was, maybe black or a beige shade. Those are the colors that come to mind when I picture any rotary phone. Nonny's was something special, though. It sat next to her chair on a tall, slender table. I think there was a doily... Continue Reading →
I woke up last night (or should I say this morning) at 1:30am. After using the bathroom it took me an hour to go back to sleep. I used a sleep 'talk-down' meditation and it worked. Apparently, I needed an external voice to block out the ones in my head that wouldn't shut up. I... Continue Reading →
Deep drum beats and a bass line that Arouses my steps under dark clouds;I skip through puddles to a beat that isMagickal, that only the wailing of a guitar brings.The zealot in me raises her face to the wind,Ice blots the morning apples of her cheeksAnd freezes her to the bone; but there is a... Continue Reading →
I used to be so wild. A little girl with fantastic worlds in her head where she played the main character, usually as the witch, making potions with pond water and algae as the minnows danced around her spell work. Where did that young witch go? I grew up and left her in the woods... Continue Reading →
Picking wild blackberries,New life abounds in the heat. I had little care of the dirt in my shoesAnd the scratching of thorns on my bare legs as I climbThrough the bramble to pluck and eat, violet stains on the tipsOf my fingers like a fresh kill. I wander still through the thicket. The honeysuckle in... Continue Reading →
A house on stilts in the middle of the woods,A dirt road leading over a hill to reveal salmon pink slatsIn a sea of pine green; a haven built by children of the gulfThat were moved to migrate to the trees. Frogs serenade on long summer nightsFrom a never-clear pond that hides the rushing lives... Continue Reading →
Mysti Gayle 