anqati ən alta misayka nisayka hayash-kakshət. khilay-təmtəm nayka. alta ən aɬqi tətsi nisayka munk-khəpit. tətsi nisayka munk-ɬush-ɬush. misayka nayka tiki-munk-yeʔlan. qhata misayka nisayka munk-yeʔlan? qhata mayka nayka munk-yeʔlan?

(I suspect I have botched the Chinuk Wawa grammar, and I know I can’t pronounce a word of it yet, and for both faults I apologize to the speakers of Chinuk Wawa (though practicing my pronunciation is On The Agenda). Translating back to English for the benefit of the rest of y’all, it comes out approximately as “we have been and are destroying y’all. my heart cries. we must stop now and for the future. we must clean up. I want to help y’all. how do we help y’all? how do I help you?”

It’s not exactly concrete action towards repairing the damage we white USAians have done and continue to do to Native peoples, but it’s a start.

Another start: reading Awakening the Horse People. There’s probably donate buttons on a lot of Native organizations’ websites, too—not seeing one on The Confederated Tribes of Grand Ronde dot org, but there’s definitely one on cherokee.org.

Here’s the Chinuk Wawa Android app and the Chinuk Wawa dictionary.)


Miasma and Chronic Illness


(I contest the bit about menstruation but I’m not sure how loudly I contest it)

Lyssa's Den

In my Hellenic Polytheism, dealing with miasma is an integral part of my practice. Miasma is what I like to call the spiritual dirt that we humans collect from the everyday world and the mortal practices we do. Are you ill? Are you menstruating? Have you been around a birth? Have you been around death? Have you done mundane work? If the answer to any of these is yes, you have miasma clinging to you.

Miasma in and of itself is not a bad thing. Many people unfamiliar with the Hellenic Polytheist worldview would lump it in with the Christian concept of sin but you do not need to be absolved of miasma, nor do you need to confess to someone that you have committed an act that brought miasma down upon you. The only thing that miasma does is muffle the connection to the Theoi.

In my practice, I…

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CN: today’s concentration camps


The row of buses drive up to
what was a Walmart once.
Leaning out the first bus door,
Hermes, Latino today,
tips His hat and grins.

The row of buses drive up to
the fenced-in rows and rows of tents
beneath the desert sun.
Leaning out the first bus door,
Hermes tips His hat and grins.

Not a man among the guards
has time to aim his gun.
They fall, each and every one,
to arrows falling from the sun
and quarter moon above.

Continue reading “Deliverance”

CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: Surpassing All The Stars


Surpassing All The Stars: queer disabled witches speak, an anthology by and for queer disabled witches (edited by Alexeigynaix), seeks sixteen small pieces of witchcraft to tempt people to back the anthology crowdfunding campaign. Each prose piece is to be no more than 300 words; any other medium of piece is to be comparably small.

Accepted pieces will be paid $12 apiece regardless of size—that’s $0.04/word assuming 300 words.

We want essays. Poems. Memoir. Fiction. Spells. Rites. Drawings. Photos. Songs. Chants. Craft patterns. Et cetera!

We want submissions from witches who are at least one of queer and disabled. Trans witch? That’s queer—come on in! Asexual and/or aromantic witch? That’s queer—join us! Intersex witch? That’s queer—you’re invited! Worried you’re not queer enough? Are you any queer? You’re queer enough—you’re welcome here!

Worried you’re not disabled enough? Are you any disabled, impaired, neurodivergent, mad / mentally ill? You’re disabled enough…

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