Temple of the Phoenix Rose

12/02/2025

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09/25/2025

09/25/2025

you give them
the last match from your fire
you pour your heart rain
into their drought
you hand them roadmaps
out of their confusion
only to find the directions
wadded up
on the floorboards of their
dismissal

no matter how
many keys you offer
they stay
in the dungeon
with the door wide open
clutching their shackles
like family heirlooms

you try to be a lighthouse
but they keep ramming rocks
and smashing boats

this is how you learn
the hard holy
inconvenient truth

you are not the architect
of anyone else’s awakening

you may light a torch
sing a song
offer a prayer
unlatch the gate—
but the walking?
that’s not yours

love fiercely
offer fully
but don’t burn
down your temple
to keep someone else warm

you have to meet people
where they are
and sometimes
you have to leave them
there

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Poem ⓒ Angi Sullins from the forthcoming book "The Fragile and The Fierce" - join the newsletter on www.angisullins.com to get news on the book launch, signings and house parties.

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09/25/2025

we ride at midnight.
headlights howling,
chrome thighs,
snake eyes,
tattoos that spell
“you shoulda listened.”

Lilith leads,
boots black as original sin.
engine snarling like the animal
they always feared she was.
steel in her unrepentant spine,
she never did bow to Adam.
she bites roses now,
thorns and all,
laughing as the patriarchy
chokes on her dust.

Eve’s got a basket of fruit
strapped to her chopper,
hands sticky-sweet with curiosity
throat thick with truth.
the ink across her back
hisses “bite me.”
no apologies riding side-saddle
'cuz now she’s knowledge
unleashed
and owns the whole damn story.

Medusa’s gloves are snakeskin,
fangs bared in a grin.
she stopped turning men to stone
when she realized
they were already that way.
now she turns hearts molten
with her gaze,
melting centuries of lies
in the heat of her stare.

our girl Persephone is quite literally
hell on wheels.
the original ride or die,
they said she was stolen.
but that girl plucked the flower
from the heart of death
and still rides to give us springtime.
she guzzles pomegranate rebellion
from a hip flask she
keeps under her leather vest
next to a photo of her mother.

and Mary Magdalene?
oh, sweetheart.
she’s the one in crimson,
rollin’ deep on a bike named
“Resurrection.”
they called her sinner
they called her w***e,
but he called her beloved.
she rides as priestess,
as poet,
as the first to believe
in the gospel of impossible
and the last to give up
on the ministry of love

this is girl code:
we ride
with our stories intact,
with our shame reclaimed,
with our crowns tucked in helmets
made of stars.

we don’t stop to explain.
we don’t pause for approval.
we’ve got miles to go
and a world to wake.

catch us at the crossroads—
where history ends
and herstory begins.

vroom.
vroom.
amen.
—sister, you coming or what?
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Poem © - from my book "Unmasking the Myths" AVAILABLE HERE: https://angisullins.com/shop-3-2/

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09/25/2025

Sadly it is being reported that Patricia Crowther has passed over. She was absolutely one of the most influential people to the development of the Craft and she will be missed. BB

09/21/2025

Happy Mabon witchkin!! May the season bless you with balance, abundance, and gratitude! Blessed Be!

09/11/2025

We hope to see you there!! We'll be hosting the kids' table!

07/18/2025

Pre-colonization Glass Gem Corn, Indigenous to North America, regrown by a Cherokee farmer in Oklahoma. This particular corn is a mix of ancient Pawnee, Osage and Cherokee varieties. .. ~~

07/18/2025

Ladies Aradia and Emrys have been hard at work outside this summer, and this harvest of lavender, mint, and mugwort was a true labor of love. More to do this weekend!!