CHRIS REPPUCCI

A small volcano in miniature pierces the center of the table, and despite the extreme effort to ignore it or remove it by rendering it obsolete to the conversation it remains throughout the entirety of the meeting, oozing with cool blue gel, resembling a forbidden confection, and up from its slow eruptions which ooze over the edge of its protrusion in slow and beckoning emissions of rolling folds, the sweet sounds of singing unwrap in circling flights of singing voices as pap

The many pods across the littered landscape open slightly to reveal the cream center within, soft gas wafting from the aperture and sweet must perfume seeping from the slit accompanying delightfully muffled whimpers. Listening closely four separate pitches can be discerned from the cries, one sounds like the source of wind, a kind of primeval squeal or porpoise thoughts lifting through a silent gale in white night; another the result of winds in the local environment, such a

August 2019, Moon of Hyldemoer Herbal Forecast for Liminal Light These notes are suggestions for herbal allies to assist with the effects of the cosmic influences of the month. Before imbibing any of the herbs recommended, research what is a recommended dosage, ask oneself & research such questions as, Does this herb interfere with any medications I am taking?, Does this herb match with my constitution?, Do I really need to take this herb into my body? Be wise: list

All the skeletons mashed into the storage closet and crammed tight then closed shut subject to maceration and marrow unguent emulsifiers to massage the moist inner medium out, bleaching the bones and rendering the material into mush, a thick off grey paste of coagulated mummy mire as obligated ejected out the hatch on the other side and flushed into the time wracked sewer system burst out the sidewall into the streets and exposed itself like an ectoplasmic epidemic episode, s

July 2019, Moon of Hyldemoer Herbal Forecast for Liminal Light { These notes are suggestions for herbal allies to assist with the effects of the cosmic influences of this month. Before imbibing any of the herbs recommended, research what is a recommended dosage, ask yourself & research such questions as, Does this herb interfere with any medications I am taking?, Does this herb match with my constitution?, Do I really need to take this herb into my body? Be wise: listen t

If we are talking about mansions we are ultimately talking about the the Moon and the the Stars as the backdrop of her travel across the sky: her starry abodes as she moves through celestial space, her many ‘mansions’ which put her in various dispositions and summon to the table various circumstances or possibilities. Immediately, especially as magical practitioners we run into a problem, one that is common and inherent within astrology, that of either marrying or mediating t

Milky liquid is the glass which flows in place of panes forming the skin within which pots hold the medium from which sprouts the fruits of our labors. Gently throbbing tubes supply the serum, the precious juice that feeds the fruit budding within soft nests resting upon the surface of the substance. With the slow and steady tides the whole place swells and then drains out and dries enough to take a brief breath before the pools refill with healthy fluid, everything rocks

June 2019, Moon of Hyldemoer Herbal Forecast for Liminal Light [ These notes are suggestions for herbal allies to assist with the effects of the cosmic influences of this month. Before imbibing any of the herbs recommended, research what is a recommended dosage, ask yourself & research such questions as, Does this herb interfere with any medications I am taking?, Does this herb match with my constitution?, Do I really need to take this herb into my body? Be wise: li

The tomb chamber, pregnant with bone, fills the void to unknown extant, the lid stone rolls shut with a satisfying click and all within is immersed in darkness, or so we believe but do not know. The slabs of stone descend as stairs, level that reach into caverns below, the walls around the vast space chiseled from soft volcanic rock into rectangular reliefs, inset with busts of those great few that came before and set down the corner stones from which our history has been st

She fills bottles and spent light bulbs with paint. Bold hues, deep vermillions, dark magentas, olive green, royal blue, burnt orange. Like grenades she pitches them at the walls, the chamber dripping with chromatic viscera until all the blankness is smothered. The chemical smell is pleasant, but not enough. She marches out to the shed and splashes solvents into a bucket and inhales the sharp fumes, the acrid old manure livens as it saturates. In a shard of broken mirror