We are born to western witchcraft, technological black magic, spells increasing motion faster than the speed of sound and entertainment like a laser. What else could we need? Last evening saw the full moon rise above the river ice like our own third eye looking coldly on accomplishments and seeing no reflection. Trust nothing but emotions. Listen to the winter wolf that howls within your own luxurious enchantments. All is just distraction meant to play some three card monty with your soul while selling you a cure for something that you never had until you paid in full for previous alleviations. Like the full wolf moon, it’s all a vicious cycle.~Son Rivers 2007
ON INTO WINTER
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I had thought to end the autumn season with Kigin’s “shape of the wind”
hokku, but a reader in Japan then sent me a new verse that seemed quite
appropriate...
2 days ago

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