Pooka Moon Creations

10/06/2026

when the witches came back
they did not come
on broomsticks
they came wearing city boots
and chipped nail polish,
with coffee stains
on their spell books
and crescent moons inked
on their thighs

they came humming songs
their grandmothers buried
in silence
came with mouths full of
long-forbidden words
and hearts stitched up
from centuries of burning

they walked back
through the locked gates
of history
cloaked in forbidden names:
bruxa
hag
heretic
w***e
each syllable a spell
each breath a reckoning

they did not ask for permission
they never had
they came with dirt
under their nails
and galaxies in their eyes
with children at their hips
and wolves at their heels
with stories like knives
hidden in their hems

and when the world
asked them to explain themselves
to be gentler
smaller
less
they laughed
sharp and honeyed
and said:

“we are the daughters
of the silence you tried to keep
we are the harvest
of your forgetting
we are the resurrection
of fire
we have returned
not to haunt
but to reign”

and then
they lit their candles
drew their circles
raised their voices
and called each other
home
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poem ~ © Angi Sullins from my new book "Unmasking they Myths" SHIPPING FREE NOW: https://angisullins.com/shop-3-2/

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art credit - Anastasiya Dobrovolskaya

10/06/2026

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The mountain never asked you
to carry it on your back.
The river never demanded
you drink the whole of it.

Those were stories
fear told you
when you were young.

Listen
the old ones knew this:
that the world is saved
in handfuls,
not armfuls.

You cannot pull every child
from the burning house.
You cannot stitch the torn sky
with one needle.
But you can step forward
when your name is called
by the smoke.

The work is smaller than legend
and heavier than it looks.

A single lamb cut from the wire.
One word spoken
before silence wins.
A patch of ground
defended long enough
for roots to remember themselves.

This is not failure.
This is the vow.

The ancestors did not survive
because they won everything—
they survived because they chose
what must not be lost
and stood there
with their bodies.

The firekeeper does not save the night.
They keep one flame alive
so morning knows where to return.

Do not curse your limits.
They are the doorway
through which courage enters.

Whatever you can save
the story
the stream
the frightened animal
the small bright truth
others have abandoned

save it.

Life is not asking for more than that.

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Poem © Angi Sullins - from my book “Unmasking the Myths” SHIPPING FREE HERE: https://angisullins.com/shop-3-2/

This page is my tribe's Red Tent Blanket Fort, and I write to find all the misfits and weirdos who belong in here with me. We have snacks. Spread the word! More about the fort: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1393715445036560&set=pb.100031943546696.-2207520000&type=3

Times are dicey out there, friends, and free speech has gotten quite expensive. Please stay in touch with me by joining my mailing list here https://angisullins.com/get-your-muse-letter-2/. It’s the way I can reach you to tell you about public appearances, live readings, and any chance we have to get together as a tribe in person. It’s the best way to keep our independence in tact and the power to communicate alive, protected from being silenced.

art credit: catrin stein

10/01/2026

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Sharing another relevant sigil from the archives: The Resilient Sigil for Women:

Built into this sigil:
-healing trauma
-protection for women
-strength to be resilient
-wisdom (of self and community)
-hope for change
-community support
-love (of self, of women)
-believe/belief (to believe women, to hold the belief of women’s power in all of us).

What to do with this sigil:
You are welcome to use this sigil however you see fit that is in alignment with the intent of the sigil. As long as it’s not used for profit/commercially, you can wear it, share it, draw it in appropriate places, make signs of it, put it on candles, use it for blessings and other forms of protection, draw it with essential oils on yourself, carve it on a bar of soap and wash with it, and so forth. You can use it to lend support to all women, bring more understanding, and focus power and strength to positive change.

Read more about the creation and history of this sigil at https://www.patheos.com/blogs/tempest/2019/03/the-resilient-sigil-for-women.html

09/11/2026

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05/27/2026

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05/20/2026

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