witches not bitches

So refreshing to see authentic witchery on the web, so many be perpetrating! Kudos to two of my sisters in the religion. Check out the natural magicks of Ms. Graveyard Dirt.



And the curious conjurings of Anathemum. She offers spiritual goods for the discriminating witch!

I got the whole world in my hand...

"EcoSphere is a delicate balance of earth, water, air and life--all parts of a working ecosystem. The coexistence of animal and plant life (red shrimp, algae and microbes) thrives in the handblown glass sphere of seawater. Light--the foundation of life. Sunlight provides everything your ecosystem needs; there's no feeding or cleaning required. Seawater --provides the backdrop for this educational, self-contained marine environment. Red shrimp --chosen for their nonaggressive tendencies towards one another, these tiny crustaceans live in perfect harmony with their mini environment. Algae --healthy growth sustains and nourishes shrimp by supplying food and oxygen. Microbes --to feed the algae. Other materials --Gorgonia sprig, gravel, shells and glass provide ample hiding places and smooth surfaces for microbes to attach themselves to and thrive. This technology was developed by NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory scientists as part of a growing initiative to study our planet's biosphere. NASA was researching self-contained communities for space explorers to live in during long-term flights. Life expectancy EcoSphere has an average life expectancy of two years; however, in the right conditions some have lived for up to 10 years."

poetics of light

Kate Breakey (via Miniature Rhino)

Kiki Smith: Tied To Her Nature

Kiki Smith

The Words That Maketh Murder

Ghost Stories

coming soon...



Ghosts of forever ride the pale twilight
Teller of the tale lives beneath the ice
Shadow of the haunter creeps within our sight
As we lay sleeping …horror

“The Face of Oblivion” by High on Fire

Pressed Botanical Specimens

I have cabin fever, I can't wait until Spring! I'm dreaming of pressed botanical specimens. Design Sponge has some simple tutorials for pressed flowers and ferns. A press is really easy to make but you can buy the Deluxe Flower Press Kit here.

Odyn Vovk AW 2011

Odyn Vovk "Spiral" AW11

"Odyn Vovk explores the states of improvisation from which self-expression is discovered. The elements of this fifth collection is how the subconscious existence that drives thoughts, challenges reality and brings us to that place between sleep and awake; to that moment where dreams still live and life creeps in. This is realized further by images, sounds and emotion of the progression. This directly mimics the design process of Odyn Vovk season to season and is best exemplified by the approach taken with each garment. It is often only once the fabrics and textiles are in hand, that any garment is realized, dictated in part by the fabrics and textiles themselves."

Goddess Bless Odyn Vovk...with Godspeed.

related links: ONE WOLF

Dominion of the Soiled Dove

In the Dominion of the Soiled Dove, a tangible cautionary tale of debauchery and vice inevitably leading to Man's Ruin.

Coming soon! A new collection inspired by Storyville's "Soiled Doves" of the red-light district of New Orleans, Louisiana. From 1897 through 1917 the New Orleans city government studied the legalized red light districts of northern German and Dutch ports and set up Storyville based on such models. The District was set up to limit prostitution to one area of town where authorities could monitor and regulate the practice. Storyville blue-books, guides to prostitution, were available to visitors of the district's Houses of Ill Repute included house descriptions, prices, particular services and the "stock" each house had to offer. The Storyville blue-books were inscribed with the motto: "Order of the Garter: Honi Soit Qui Mal Y Pense" or Shame to Him Who Evil Thinks.



Sisters of the Cross of Shame
by Dana Burnet (1888)

The Sisters of the Cross of Shame,
They smile along the night;
Their houses stand with shuttered souls
And painted eyes of light.

Their houses look with scarlet eyes
Upon a world of sin;
And every man cries, “Woe, alas!”
And every man goes in.

The sober Senate meets at noon,
To pass the Woman’s Law,
The portly Churchmen vote to stem
The torrent with a straw.

The Sister of the Cross of Shame,
She smiles beneath her cloud—
(She does not laugh till ten o’clock,
And then she laughs too loud.)

And still she hears the throb of feet
Upon the scarlet stair,
And still she dons the cloak of shame
That is not hers to wear.

The sons of saintly women come
To kiss the Cross of Shame;
Before them, in another time,
Their worthy fathers came.…

And no man tells his son the truth,
Lest he should speak of sin;
And every man cries, “Woe, alas!”
And every man goes in.