More music for winter musing

The rain has been tumbling down today. The streets are black and sleek, and I am curled up with a fantastic book.


Poem: The Camp Fire

(image: Warrior Poets)

Many centuries now
I have been in hiding
Waiting in the darkness
Just here outside the ring
Of flickering light made
By your little camp fire

And each year you have grown
A little stronger
A little louder
Until we arrived here
And now your boldness knows
Not one limitation

Your recklessness has ruined
The fragile spider-threads
Between us all, between
Nature, spirit, insides
And still you grow larger
And still you grow crueler

And still I am waiting
Just here outside the ring
Of flickering light made
By your little camp fire
I have been watching you
And I have been listening

I will throw stones and kick
Out from this passenger
Seat, until the windscreen gives
And finally I can
Scull to the surface, breathe
Deeply the fresh spring air

Now I promise you this:
Before dawn you will see
Me and guts, my insides
And my claws, and my teeth.
From the start, when it came
To me: your first, your last
Your only mistake was


Poem: Oath/Taste

Like a ruin in the rear view
The further away it gets, the smaller it becomes.
And with a diver’s first gasp, I push the sand from my eyes and squint.
Because slowly,  slowly
I can laugh louder.
I can love.
I tolerate less
and kick out with both legs
until I reach the air that the surface brings.
I comfort the child and I trust.
I have learned to taste again.

(C) Tess O’Teric, 2014

Poem: I Rang You (2004)

I just used my last few cents of phone credit

To see how you were holding up

You were holding up fine

You told me

Today you saw a movie

And had such a beautiful night

You said

In the bath with your lover

I listened along,

Agreeing in the right places

While inside I marveled at how you both fit

In the bath

In your universe



Kind of strange, how this is playing out:

With her walnut breasts, artificial sweeteners

and toxic personality

She’s my exact opposite

How intriguing

But the sex is great

You say

You do it to commercial radio

You told me

You know

I already know that for a fact

When we fought last week I knew

So great to hear

I said

While inside I wondered how you support her

And your own ego at the same time


You keep stressing she’s The One

And tell me all about your wedding at 21

Your kids at 23

She’s the only one for you

Not like all the others


At the time

Were also The One

And now I wonder why you call them such whores


You want us to “all go out”

I don’t think I could breathe

And you would laugh loudly and be crap at pool

While inside I would wonder why she’s requesting songs that they’ll play anyway

And why her top is on upside down

And why her friends look like clones

And what it is about her

That makes me want to




And scream at you

Until you hear


Yeah, I rang you

Now I wish I hadn’t

You’ll never know

But you made me cry myself into this:

Because again these unsaid words sat

At the back of my head

Now they’re written down


Just get fucked

Properly, I mean

Love always


(c) Tess O’Teric, 2014

The Trouble with Trending Tricksters

A week ago, I finished my first piece for “Galloway and Friends”, a pagan community blog based right here in Victoria. Take a look:

Galloway & Friends

By Tess O’Teric

The trickster archetype – and more specifically the god Loki – has cropped up a bit recently in popular culture. But should we be careful in how we treat and portray trickster gods, until we understand their context in a belief system?

In Norse mythology, Loki, Loptr, or Hveðrungr is a god or jötunn (or both). Loki is the son of Fárbauti and Laufey, and the brother of Helblindi and Býleistr. By the jötunn Angrboða, Loki is the father of Hel, the wolf Fenrir, and the world serpent Jörmungandr. By his wife Sigyn, Loki is the father of Narfi and/or Nari. By the stallion Svaðilfari, Loki is the mother—giving birth in the form of a mare—to the eight-legged horse Sleipnir. In addition, Loki is referred to as the father of Váli in the

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