unintentional shrines & Refractive Africa

tiny ritual & poetry review, on each full moon

welcome. hello.

I’m so glad you’re here. We made it to April! I kept using the word “carbonated” to describe March - a sense of something perpetually, unstoppably bubbling up. In March, I started this newsletter, cold-plunged, attended compline and vespers (despite not being a church-goer), read a lot of tarot, broke up a fist fight, watched a violence-…