No thought
No reason 
yet, I sink –

soft cushions 
fluffy clouds 
sweet company 
on a bed of nails

the fantasy 
includes danger 
leading me on

To fall back 
To let go
carrying on 

There’s bitter 
in sweetness
There is hope
in deepest fear

Paralyzed only
by wonderment
Motivated ultimately 
by devoted love

Started Yule off with some Winter Solstice crafting with friends! We made some modernized Yule logs with the ancient traditions in mind.

I burned Runes into mine before decorating. Here it is:

My 2019 Yule Log

I will be lighting the candles tonight after turning off all the lights in the house, to symbolize setting my intentions for the new year and celebrate the reestablishing the reign of the sun as the days finally begin to grow longer. In ancient times the whole log was burned at the hearth and the candles of the house all relit from that fire.

It was a lot of fun and I am grateful for a full day filled with friends and family, true to the season’s purpose. What a way to begin a most Merry Yule!

Now to do the first of the twelve days of Divination, from the locked days tradition, representing January of 2020. This will be personal Divination though, so I won’t be posting it to the blog at all. I do encourage you all to do the same though!

The following is part of a short story series written by mayryanna while she studied Creative Writing in University.

I’ll never forget that morning. It was uncharacteristically cold in the house when I woke up. Cold and quiet. I could hear the faint murmur of my brother’s computer in his room and what sounded like the news on the television down the hall… but no movement, no interaction, and no familiar voices.

     ‘Where is everyone?’ In my groggy, just-woken state the concern wasn’t high on the list; the thought trailed in and out of my mind without much effort. I made my way down the hall to the kitchen, catching the newscast on our smart-tv out of the corner of my eye. It seemed too chaotic to be anything affecting our country, though they were listing off items that seemed usually American; I heard a shaky voice, “… smart TVs, tablets, smartphones, and of course computers…” I was too concerned that my brother had eaten first and robbed me of all our favorite cereal though, so I let the electronic commotion drone on without a glance in that direction.

     I was pouring a bowl of sugar and starch cheerfully when I heard commotion for the first time – someone was rushing into the house. I turned toward the living room again; trying to look past the television to the door to see what was going on, still too tired to be worried. A hand abruptly stopped and spun me back around mid turn –

“NO! Elisa, NO!”

     It was my grandmother’s voice, and she was frantic. The uncharacteristic worry and pain in her voice sent shivers through my whole body.

“G-grandma?! W-what what’s going on?!”

     I could barely get the words out as she buried my face in her blouse.

“Oh thank god, thank god, oh thank you god!”

     She was weeping and holding me so tight I thought I would die.

“Grandma what’s wrong, please tell me… are you ok?”

     I pulled and pushed away from her trying to look her in the face, when I finally saw her eyes my heart instantly filled with dread.

“Grandma?! What happened? Are you ok?!”

     She fell to her knees, bending toward my feet, whaling now.

“I-I… I thought you might all be gone!”

     She finally cried out. I had bent over too, caressing her hair like she had done to mine so many times before when I was upset, but the words were startling.

“What do you mean grandma, what do you mean gone? No one is gone!?”

     I began to try and look around, she must have somehow known, she immediately rose up and grabbed my face:

“NO! Elisa you can’t!”

     Her forcefulness and fear terrified me and I began to cry,

“Grandma I’m sorry, what’d I do?! I’m so sorry!!”

     She took me in her arms again and I could feel her breath returning to normal,

“baby girl, baby girl, shh-shhhh… It’s going to be okay, you haven’t done anything wrong, everything will be okay – I’ll take care of you, I promise, we’ll be okay…”

     I was the one sobbing now, ‘why is she saying she’ll take care of me?! Where’s momma, where’s daddy? Where’s Tommy?!’ I started to feel angry,

“Grandma stop! You’re scaring me – I want momma, where’s my momma?!”

     I began to pull away again, I wanted to run out of the kitchen, I needed to find my family. She was holding tight but with my small body I wiggled free and turned to run into the living room. I’d almost made it around the corner – I could see my mother’s hand on the chair, my father’s foot in front of the couch, and then my eyes met the television screen.


     I woke up at grandma’s house feeling sick in my head. My eyes hurt. Everything was fuzzy… no, everything was glowing. I knew where I was because of the smell: cinnamon and bleach, it could only be grandma’s. My eyes tried desperately to adjust, I could hardly make out my familiar surroundings through the angelic fog that had seemingly overcome my vision.


     I cried out, I heard my voice tremble as I remembered what had happened that morning. ‘How did I get here? Where is my family?’


     I cried out again in agony and began to cry.

“Here, here baby!”

     I felt my grandmothers delicate hand resting on my back as she came to my side. I tried opening my eyes, but the tears had made the glow worse rather than better.

“Grandma what’s happening? Where’s momma? What happened to me?!”

     I was desperate for answers and shaking with fear – or perhaps it was the weird sickness that had come over me, I couldn’t be sure.

     Grandma sat silently next to me, caressing my hair; I could hear that her breathing was sad and labored.

“Grandma please, please tell me something…”

     I began to sniffle, calmer now but still upset. She sighed deeply before answering,

“I don’t know baby. I wish I knew, but I don’t. I turned off the TV because it only seems to be getting worse and no one seems to know…”

     Her voice trailed off. I sat up and began to rub my eyes.

“Grandma, why can’t I see?!”

     I sounded scared, and I was.

“Don’t do that baby girl, just stay calm. I’m not sure what exactly caused all this… It’s probably too soon for anyone to know…”

     Grandma’s voice went off again and I could feel her retract her hand from my back. I reached out toward her but had to fumble to find her hand in her lap,

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to upset you.”

     She acknowledged my words by squeezing my hand.

“So… What happened to my eyes… it was caused by whatever is happening to other people?”

     I could hear my voice crack, it felt like my throat was closing up as thoughts of my family flashed before me,

“are momma and daddy and Tommy going to be ok? Did they get sick like me?”

     Grandma began to weep, it was horrible. I’d never experienced such immense sorrow from anyone before and I still could hardly see her. She pulled me close to her and tried to regain her composure. Through her gasps and biting her teeth she finally managed,

“I’m sorry…”

     Suddenly, I knew. I knew before she could get the rest out. I buried my head into her chest and we cried together – my eyes stung but I didn’t care, my family was gone and there was no explanation.

     We sat in grief together for hours.


     It was days before we could manage to eat again. I spent my time by the window, dazed by the glow, relearning how to see the world. There were no people walking, no mail came, and no cars were driving around. It seemed that our town had become like a ghost town, a term I now knew I had never even been able to imagine to its extent of emptiness. After the third day animals began to appear in the streets; after a week I saw what used to be friendly neighborhood dogs killing each other for their meat.

My eyes slowly regained their sight, but to this day I still see things through the glow of that horrid morning. When we finally turned my grandma’s old ‘big-box’ TV back on all of the channels were completely dead. I would click through the static for hours hoping to find some sort of answer, only to return to staring out the window, waiting for signs of the life I once knew.

     After about a month, I stumbled upon some static that wasn’t completely white noise – I could hear voices, faintly. I burst from my seat,

“Grandma! Grandma!!”

     I yelled as I ran down the hall toward her room. I got to her door and told her to come fast, immediately turning to race back out to the television.

“What is it dear?”

     She came down the hall a minute later to find my face pressed against the TV.

“Grandma, grandma! There are voices! Human voices – through the static, I can hear them!”

     She rushed over and we both held our breath for a few moments. As another semi-audible voice came through she grabbed my arm,

“Elisa, go get the old antenna out of the attic.”

     I was on my feet before she could finish – I raced down the hall and with one jump I had the rope in hand to pull the stairs down from the ceiling. Everything seemed like a blur, I was moving on autopilot as my mind rushed with hope. I needed answers.

     We fiddled with the antenna for what seemed like hours, trying and failing repeatedly to get what ever it was and who ever it was to come in clear enough for us to make some sort of sense from it. Finally, as I was again slowly manipulating one of the metal stems, I heard Grandma say,


     I froze. It was a man. It was a newscast. It was information about what was going on – I hurried over to my Grandmother’s side and we sat staring into the dancing grey screen.

“… for those of you who may have just tuned in, you are already aware that the world as we knew it came to an end twenty five days ago…”

     I looked at Grandma just as she looked at me, ‘the world?’

“What you may not yet know is why…”

     We both immediately turned back, our hearts pounding.

“Unfortunately… we don’t have many answers. What we do know though, is that this was caused by the internet.”

     I began to feel sick but could look away,

“Any and all people who have accessed the internet, through any variety of medium, have perished.”

     Tears began to stream down my face though I still sat calmly, breathing steady to hear through the remnants of static.

“It seems that this horrible vanquishing force enters through a person’s eye gate as they look upon a screen connected to the internet. Unfortunately, due to the inability to revive the consciousness of those who have, we have little information about how or why, or even what could possibly be causing this mental… and therefor physical… entrapment.”

     Suddenly I realized what had happened to my eyes – I had almost been trapped by the internet too,


     I began,

“How?! Did you save me?”

     I felt her hand on my back but she didn’t turn.

“We will bring you more information as we find it. We are unsure at this time how many have survived. If you are seeing this and have the ability, please contact us via land-line telephone…”

     She finally turned,

“Elisa… Do you remember anything? After you looked at the screen at your house, what happened?”

     I sat for a moment trying to remember,

“No grandma… everything went white, that’s all, and then I woke up here… I’m sorry, I don’t know…”

     I began to cry a little harder.

“Shh-shhh, no it’s okay my dear. It’s okay. So, since you don’t know anything, this will be our secret…”

     Grandma spoke with a seriousness that made me feel sick again, I sniffled,

“okay Grandma… I won’t tell anyone, but… Why?”

     Grandma smiled to comfort me,

“you don’t know anything, you can’t help them figure this out if you don’t know anything right?”

     I nodded,

“but they don’t know, or maybe won’t believe…”

     She stopped and stared back at the static,

“this is a crazy time my love, and crazy times make people do crazy things… Just remember, it’s our secret, okay?”

     I sniffled again and sunk into her side, looking toward the static again,

“yes Grandma.”

On the way to the airport in Madison, I am bidding my Wisconsin adventure adieu – but not before receiving the last few lines I needed to complete this new poem:

Rare glimpses
sky shy peeks
muted beneath
dull grey clouds
o’r barren scapes

Rusted trappings
comfortably home 
amongst the golds
coppers ‘n’ bronzes 
hazy with wet air

Farm houses cast 
complete with silos
randomly checkered 
among still green hills
covered in naked trees

Fall is lingering
yet not yet winter
everything feels dim
muffled beneath snow
not melting faster

When the sun says ‘hey’
everyone takes note
grateful for the oddly
briefest moments of
bright shining splendor 

Wisconsin in November
an atypical adventure
delightfully enchanting
not because it trys to be
wholly uncomplicated

Sprawling country canvas 
sprinkled with hokey charm
this temporarily muted palate 
exaggerating delicate beauty
magnifying the simply peaceful 

Below is some exploratory scifi fiction writing I did in college. The premise is survival in a dystopian world, years after a global crisis that centered on the internet itself beginning to entrap and kill those using it:

My heart pounding in my throat already, I can’t stop to catch a breath, I have to keep moving; if they catch me, that will be the end of ‘me.’ Weaving through the abandoned ruins, I must leap over the various corroded remnants of a world too quickly forgotten: a tricycle covered in overgrown plans, the decaying corpse of a wild dog, the rusted out fender of a once glorious Mercedes – nothing but trash getting in the way of my escape. Fortunately, I’ve had some practice at this; I know where I’m going.

     I duck through the broken window of one abandoned home and wait to watch the patrols rush by through another murky pane. This deep into the Dumperbs it would be hard for their hounds to catch my scent amongst the decay, especially if I round back. I sat breathing for a moment before I knew it was clear to get going again. I took a quick glance around, ‘no relics here,’ and was off.

     In the past eight years running has become the ideal form of transportation, if by ideal you’re taking into account the lack of ‘man-power’ to keep oil and gas pumping and cars moving as well as the fact that the Old World Decay made it difficult to bike. I was the fastest runner I knew. Of course, I used to only be able to compare myself to Grandma which made it easy. After she died I had to venture out into the world and soon my talents were tested against the other Bitch Brats. Taylor was the only one who could keep up, but somehow I still managed to pull ahead at the last second and beat her in every race. Running had become a way of life. We ran from the wild dogs, we ran from the patrols, and we ran for fun – I guess really, running had become the way of life for us.

     I quickly found the stash of relics I’d hidden in the debris and started back towards our Shelter. From the outside in it didn’t look like much – in fact, it looked just like everything else: horrible, decrepit, disgusting – but that was the point. It began with one home where we’d found a secret living space in the basement and over the course of the last 7 years together, the Bitch Brats had created an underground palace. Aside from running and finding relics, digging to expand our fortress was really the only other thing we could do to occupy our time. We’d even managed to connect to another home that had a large greenhouse and huge privacy fence; the fresh food at our table rivaled that of the Global Jury.

     It was different the first four years or so, everyone was still scared enough to mind their own business. We would go to the supermarkets and stores, to the abandoned homes in the area – where ever we thought we might find something we’d need – and just take stuff. No harm, no foul. That was before the Global Jury made looting illegal again.

     They claim it’s for our safety, but we’ve been getting along just fine; we don’t need their compound and rules to survive. So what if they want to reestablish ‘civilization,’ they certainly didn’t ask us. How the hell does some random group of women get the idea that they can just take control anyway? Granted, we Bitch Brats take control, but of ourselves… and only others if they happen to threaten our way of life.

     Once I made it through our booby-trap-esque security system I breathed a sigh of relief to be home again,

“Ladies, I’m home!”

     I let out a long billowing howl and waited not long before I could hear their replies through the corridors, Taylor was of course the first to reach my side,


     She exclaimed as she plowed into my side, nearly knocking me and my bounty onto the ground. I’d only been gone for a couple hours, but since our ranks had been picked off one by one until it was just us four, we no longer took any homecoming for granted.

“Oh hey Tay-Tay!”

     I let out a growl and playfully bit her ear. I could hear Tracy and Alleah in the corridor approaching fast and looked back up just in time to see their crazed smiles approaching full speed,


     They cried in unison and as they hit me and Taylor, we all went down together. Hitting the ground we laughed and rolled until I remembered what I had found in the Dumperbs,


     We all froze,

“What is it Leelee?”

     Alleah, the youngest and sweetest of us all asked sheepishly, her curious eyes already wondering toward my satchel.

“Don’t be mad…”

     I began and the girls immediately scattered,


     Taylor looked at me enraged, the other two clamored behind her terrified.

“It’s no big deal, it doesn’t even work…”

     I tried pushing a dust-packed power button again to no avail.

“Get it out of here, this isn’t ok!”

     Taylor looked as if she were going to burst a blood vessel.

“Are you going to take it out of here?”

     I asked deviously; I knew that none of them would touch anything that could potentially access the internet.

“Are you kidding me?! If you don’t get it out of here I’m going to beat you!”

     Tay was fuming now, but I didn’t care – she might be older, but I was the clever one.

“What then? You’re going to take it out of here after I’m bruised and bloodied?”

     I smiled slightly, I didn’t want her to get too mad but I couldn’t help it.

“Seriously, I am going to kill you!”

     She stomped away, the other two close behind.  Alleah turning her head just before rounding the main corridor. ‘Whatever… it can’t hurt me if I don’t turn it on…’ I turned the old smartphone around in my hands and sat staring at it – had I not pried it from a skeleton’s bony grip I would have never believed that this tiny device had killed someone… ‘But how?!’ Even if I wanted to mess around with it I couldn’t; it was eight years old, the battery had corroded and the screen cracked from the climate. ‘It’s harmless’ I thought and I shoved it back into my satchel.

I picked myself up and dusted off. I would go put the contraband in my cave before dinner – lord knows I’d be a dead woman if I tried to show it to them. I put it high up on my rock shelf, you couldn’t even see it if you weren’t looking. ‘Why do I even bother?’

     In the main cavern the girls were slow to set out the dinnerware; I could hear Taylor in the kitchen banging anything she got her hands on. I glanced at Tracy and she dodged my eyes; Alleah smiled and then seemed to remember she wasn’t happy and quickly turned away too. I walked past them both unconcerned.

“Taylor, you have to talk to me… Tay. Tay!”


     She turned from our water basin and I was surprised to see tears in her eyes. Taylor was tough; as the oldest I suppose she felt she had to be.

“Taylor, it’s dead. It’s not going to hurt us.”

“It’s not that… I know… It’s just…”

     She turned away again. I went up behind her and wrapped her in my arms tightly. I whispered in her ear,

“What is it Tay?”

“I was grounded… I- I wasn’t allowed to have my phone… that’s – that’s the only reason I didn’t die with the rest of my family… I just…”

     I released my squeeze enough that she could turn toward me; she wiped her face and took a deep breath,”

“Stupid huh?”

     I wiped the last stray tear and smiled,

“You?! Never!”

     We both shared a giggle.

“Look, I’m sorry… I’ll never mention it or anything like it again… I don’t even know why I took it…”

     I began but she soon interrupted,

“No, no… it’s fine… like you said, it’s dead right?! Why should we give it anymore of our lives than it’s already taken? Do what you want with it… next time though…”

     She trailed off,

“Yes Tay?”

     I encouraged,

“Next time bring me one… I want to destroy it!”

     I’d never seen such hate in a person’s eyes.

“Otay Tay, you got it.”

     I squeezed her arm. With that we grabbed the rest of the necessities for dinner and went to join the other girls.