When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day she peered from her second story window from behind the wrinkled curtains and sometimes she would open the window and yell: Get out of my life! She had hair like kelp and a voice like …
The candle sputters, the flame rises Dancing faster, unaware of the body Witch fire ignites sterling silver eyes Laughing, crying, knowing Crone eyes, eyes that Have seen you Somewhere Long, long Ago
How could I be anything but a witch having grown up, and now, once again living within the green majesty of these beloved Mother Mountains? Within these forested hills and deep, dark hollers are women who have never called themselves “witches.” Women who have never entered the incense scented New Age Witch shop in town. They have never worn …
Stupidity must be in my Jeans, or so Dee ‘n’ A. told me! Do ya think I could wash it out? Could I, could I???
I heared somthink bout this? I thought they already had benches? These guys is gettin’ lazier and lazier!
‘Cause it’s trying to get away from us lot!
Uhmmmmm…. you’ll just have to watch it and see!