Weep Not, Banshees

A brief study into the original role of the banshee and her human counterpart, the wailing woman.

Typographic Chord

My first foray into typography.

Fruits of the Garden

One of my first ventures into Photoshop.

Our Lady: the Full Moon of the Winter Solstice

I wrote this after many evening walks around Christmas time. The full moon and her halo (and her veil of …

Evening of the Thanksgiving Day of the Fall

I wrote this nine Thanksgivings ago. It speaks for itself. I love you, Grandma and Grandpa, and I miss you. …

Anthem to the Thanksgiving Day of the Fall

I wrote this nearly a decade ago after Thanksgiving. It speaks for itself. http://diddles25.deviantart.com/art/Anthem-to-the-Thanksgiving-Day-of-the-Fall-410589457 Laoidh dhan Là-Buidheachais am Fhoghair Anthem …

The Autumn Wind Breathed by the Crone

I wrote this for Samhain, 2013. My last great-uncle was fading fast and I had lost a number of loved …

Hail to the Rain of Samhain Night

I wrote this last Halloween, when it rained on Samhain Night. A welcome break in California’s drought. Hail to the …

Deirdre of the Sorrows, You’re Not to Blame

After I wrote this poem as an homage to the heroine of this tragic tale from ancient Ireland, I enjoy the tale of Deirdre more now that I have put some research and detail into it.

She was the daughter of the court poet of King Conchobhar of Ulster, and at her birth the court prophet foretold that she would be the fairest in the land but that kings and lords would war over her, much blood would be spilt because of her, and Ulster’s three finest warriors would be forced into exile for her sake and die. While the king’s army demanded that the baby be killed, King Conchobhar was taken by the description of her beauty and, not exactly thinking with his brain, decided to have her raised in seclusion, away from other men, and would marry her once she was of age. But things didn’t go as he thought they would…