So. This charming (see what I did thar) little book of magical micropoems dropped last night at the Coven Editions launch party.
A pocket-sized book of magical micropoems with a shiny ivory cover and the word
in black ink.
Also in the frame:
A pen shaped like a broom, A 1″x6″ print of my poem, “Pathworking” on the same cover stock with an intention paper backing, and a selection of polished stones: rhodochrosite, snowflake obsidian, blue lace agate, bloodstone, and rose quartz.
It’s tiny! It’s shiny! And it’s packed with pint-sized poems conjuring love, loss, memory and magic (of course magic). And one of those poems is mine! 😀
As you can see, I’m more than a little excited about this. “Pathworking” is one of the poems I sent out on submission during December and January – my first crop of submissions since, like, 2011, iirc – and it’s pretty great to see it accepted somewhere, especially by a publisher that’s so in line with my… life in general, tbh. Witchy Lady Editors? Sign me up!
In the above picture, you can see a book-mark-sized strip of paper. It’s a single-print of my poem attached to a length of “intention paper”. Intention paper, for those who don’t spell-craft on the regular, is basically a sheet of paper that you write something on that you want to make happen, or make show up, in your life, and then you do something symbolic with the paper to put that spell into motion. Magic, like poetry, is a language of metaphor. The hearts-ease and geranium I brew
is both a literal recipe and a story about how to heal a broken, anxious heart. Write your will on the scrap of paper, plant it, and let your intentions germinate and grow with the seeds.
All this being said, I went to the launch party last night. Had a glorious, soul-feeding time listening to lovely poets Conyer Clayton, Manahil Bandukwala, and Ian Martin strut their stuff on stage (I missed the open mic – dammit – but I hear it was amazing), and geeking out about poetry and also witchy-woo magic, and I feel so freaking good!
I need to remember that Poetry Is Self-Care for me and that getting out with my peers is important and good for my heart. ❤
To that end, more scribbling of magical moon poems for me. 🙂 I've got a chapbook manuscript to finish.
 Here's the non-secret secret of how magic works: It games the odds in your favour. You still have to do the work, and if you pick a bad target (like winning the lottery, to pick a common example) you're not going to see the results you want (because when the odds are astronomically against you, pushing them in your favour is not going to do much beyond make them marginally less astronomically against you). BUT it can help. Good targets for magic are: small enough that a single well-placed point of connection can actually make a big difference, broad enough that The Universe, your favourite deities, and the ancestors who look out for you actually have some wiggle room to work with, and are something over-which you have some amount of control, but not a lot. (E.G.: Do the work of crafting and submitting excellent applications to your top six MFA programs. Do the magic to push the admissions committees to really see your skill and potential, and to remember your applications favourably when it's decision time). Now you know. Go to it, kittens.
 Which, in my case, is another name for Motherwort, but which is also another name for Violet. Not surprisingly, the intention paper my poem has been connected with is, you guessed it, full of violet seeds.