SB.

Joined February 2021

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Hi! I’m Siena. I’m a word witch and an actual witch. I like to write when I feel like it 🌓 🌊

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A Prayer to Janus
Janus, I stand here with you at this magical portal Looking both forwards and backwards At this beautiful convergence of past and present
By SB. 4 years ago in Poets
The Yellow Line
Behind the yellow line I’m like everyone else Waiting for my life to begin Sometimes tapping my foot sometimes Leaning in to my hip
By SB. 4 years ago in Poets
Occult Poetry Exercise #TBT
Today I'm sharing a short poem I wrote following an interesting structure proposed by occult poetry writer, Janaka Stucky. Him and Pam Grossman hosted a wonderfully witchy writing workshop earlier this year in April that encouraged me see the things I dislike most in a totally different way. Yes, it is a #TBT, and no it is not Thursday, but felt like sharing this today in lieu of the poem I originally wrote for Day 7 - which was in Spanish and cannot be shared on this platform without a translation (which I didn't want to do).
By SB. 4 years ago in Poets
A Pagan Portal: Memories from a Town of Ribbons
I used to be from a town of ribbons That danced at their own pace. How then, could they still manage to partner the trees so well?
By SB. 4 years ago in Poets
Birdperson.
Lately, I have been noticing that I can hear birds chirping much more easily than before. Sometimes, I close my eyes and try to guess how far away they really are from me. This morning I woke up just before sunrise, but my bird friends had already beat me to it!
By SB. 4 years ago in Poets
"pretty lights"
Pitch black cover Lamps alight break The wind asleep At summers end Hills, hiding deep Behind the mothers and fathers
By SB. 4 years ago in Poets
Who am I today?
Highlights of the day, to-do list, poetry? I don't know... “Magic maker. Song decoder. toast and peanut butter. Image rider. Dodging cheap cologne: looking for a sandy beach (in my head).”These are: extra words for approval. To make things count. I cannot exist with my current amount of symbols and sounds that mean so much more! But still, here I am, as myself here I am: nothing less than before. Is 61 enough? Maybe 62? What do you do when they say it’s not true? Keep going, keep trying - in spite of their ways, or find a place elsewhere to freely create. This. Poem. Is. Now. One. Hundred.
By SB. 4 years ago in Poets
like the orca.
What if... We cured headaches with songs of the soul, a breath To a humm, a guide that knows By listening, my stethoscope
By SB. 4 years ago in Poets
100% Confirmed: The Coolest Halloween Party Playlist Ever
1. “Little Dark Age” by MGMT To pretend you are the main character in your own version of the show Stranger Things.
By SB. 4 years ago in Beat
The Ascending Soul
The ascending soul Has nowhere to go When up is down and down is up Stillness is As good as a any motion... Devotion, might
By SB. 4 years ago in Poets
The Voices of the Night
When all the voices of the night Are a dark rumble, A fiery pit, I don’t know who pit me against you For all that I have is one big hug to give
By SB. 4 years ago in Poets
They wanted hugs...
At eye-level with the clouds I once had the thought of tending to a grave. "They must get cold!" I thought, I could put a blanket over it
By SB. 4 years ago in Poets

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A Prayer to Janus

The Yellow Line

Occult Poetry Exercise #TBT

A Pagan Portal: Memories from a Town of Ribbons

Birdperson.

"pretty lights"

Who am I today?

like the orca.

100% Confirmed: The Coolest Halloween Party Playlist Ever

The Ascending Soul

The Voices of the Night

They wanted hugs...

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