the strokes of one pen

J. S. Bach fountain pen By Jose Camões Silva (J. S. Bach fountain pen) [CC BY 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

I’ve found that it is easiest to communicate through a number of blogs and media. I think that’s just inevitable, as a blog develops a vibe of its own, and that actually affects what you can most easily express though it. So I have developed a few, and their activity tends to fluctuate according to where I am at.

For those that might be interested, these are my main blogs:

Summer Thunder you’ll probably be most familiar with if you are reading this. It’s my oldest blog, and has quite a lot of my development and ideas traced out on it. It’s the closest to the “machine code” of Mo’s output. Process as well as product. Similar is Summer Thunder on YouTube, which is where I park my videos.

Maroon Moon is a more personal blog, under my ID as MagickPig. It is part journal and part poetry, as that is sometimes the only way I can communicate. More and more it has become a poetry blog.

Magick Pig is a blog dedicated to the subject of sexuality and its overlap with magick. It’s not very active at the moment (not so surprisingly really), but it’s still an idea I care about. It’s a mature content blog.

The Devil’s Pig is a journal, from my point of view as a 60 year old religious Satanist. It’s informal and I enjoy doing it.

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For Set

African painted dog, Lycaon pictus By Derek Keats from Johannesburg, South Africa (African painted dog, Lycaon pictus) [CC BY 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

I have not turned away from you

My ancient

When I saw the black moths

Fly from my hands

Trying to heal my husband

And the circular flapping

Of crows wings

My fire, my will

The sprouting leather  from my back

Such a solitary road ago

 

Implacable Red Father

Poised, Ass-Dog faced

Father of my pig nature

Crime I shall never feel shame in

Proud beyond pride

Am I for your presence

 

Great preservation

Coffin of my kin

Life of my corpse

Blessing of my sex

King of my wasteland

Oasis of my humility

I would not turn from you

In my love

And I have not

Satan

Red feather pigments by Dysmorodrepanis (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0) or GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html)], via Wikimedia Commons - cropped and digitally altered

I saw him

Sitting

Half reclining, naked

Honey skinned

With curly hair like flax

Raw wool

Barley rustling in the heat

 

A beard that looked soft

Young and mature all at once

Amber eyes

Golden, glinting

The light of a fresh washed sky behind him

Like dawn

Like a new morning

Wings tawny and russet red

Calm

A breeze

And a lambent cool fire.