Hemlocked
In the shadows by the lake I wandered wondered why the water hemlock’s scent sent waves of crimson sweetness through my veins, bane of summer (her) wants me to be […]
Daily Archives: January 23, 2018
Aconitum
Bittersweet — those wolfsbane words (maybe, maybe not); aconitum. sending venom through my veins. In the first of circles — limboed, I waited, stranded, numbed in the Nightshade blessings, live […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 