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Continue reading →: Return to the TideI walk the new pier where water laps in time,each pulse against the pylonsa rhythm that finds my heartbeatand walks beside it.The boards beneath my feet rememberevery step I’ve taken toward leaving,and every step that led me back. The tide shifts,teaching me softness,how to bend without breaking,how to rise again…
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Continue reading →: Have I Mentioned Lately…that I wrote a book?! In October, I worked with an editor from Crossed Crow Books to polish the finer details of my book. We combed through specific word choices, fixed a frankly embarrassing number of missing commas, and made sure everything felt just right. It was oddly satisfying as…
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Continue reading →: Rippleside
(In honour of the thinning veils of Samhain and Beltane…) They’re already running –sandalled feet thumping over the old arch bridge,the boards hollow and bright with sun.They dive beneath the bridge where old laughter echoes ashands carved tunnels through the cool gritand favourite toys were hidden. Beyond the path, the…
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Continue reading →: HekateWhen I began drawing Herne for the book, I felt an overwhelming desire to draw Hekate. I had never worked with her before. I have sung her songs when they come on whatever playlist I have, but I have never honoured her. Fast forward six months, I have a Hekaten…
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Continue reading →: Homecoming
Homecoming(C) BookofEucalypt.com I feel a calling –as though a memory unlocked,stirring through my bones.Across the land, over rivers and creeksI hear a familiar voicebeckoning me to come home. I close my eyes and I let her in.For a moment, the line between worlds blurs;a heartbeat passes,and my toes sink into…
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Continue reading →: The Path Before Me
The Path Before Me(C) BookofEucalypt.com Soft dirt coats my shoes assunlight illuminates the river bank,littered in the barkfallfrom the old River Red Gums.They lean close, whispering secretsin a language I almost remember.A path before me beckons. This is the path I asked for,the one I swore I’d takeif ever it…
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Continue reading →: Beneath the Surface
Beneath the Surface(C) Book of Eucalypt A branch lies broken as it creeps out like fingersthat doubles its reach in still water,the silent architecturethat belongs to no hand,only to the mirror of sky. Scarlet petals lining borderingrealms press forward,its light like a small fireamong the weight of leaves,but even their…
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Continue reading →: At the Crossroads of Breath
At the Crossroads of Breath(C) Book of Eucalypt I stepped into a kingdom I did not expect.Crisp greenery rose tall, climbing the river redsas though it carried secrets,and flowers in violet, white, and yellowleaned like lanterns marking a hidden door. The levee swelled beside the turtle pond,the water holding silence…
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Continue reading →: The Magician – Short StoryThe city was rotting from the inside out. Pavements were slick with piss while doorways stank with the sour tang of bodies that had nowhere else to go. Every wall wore the stains of aged decay, elsewhere the graffiti layered on so thick the letters blurred into bruises. Rubbish clotted…
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Continue reading →: Rooted in Place
Rooted in Place(c) Book of Eucalypt, 2025. Beneath the canopy as I lie,light breaks into beams;a river of gold piercethrough the ribs of the oak.The ground remembers every step, andevery voice that sang here before. The early risen crescent moonframed in the branches of time,decorated with thenew buds of Spring.It…
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Continue reading →: Damara, Celtic GoddessI recently felt called to draw Damara. I hadn’t touched my Kuretaki Gansai paints since last Christmas as I’ve been focusing on pen drawings, particularly because they’d translate into my new book quiet well. Damara wanted colour. (I’ll add that Hecate also wanted colour for hers so I used pencil…
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Continue reading →: The Fool – Short StoryMy offering for the Spring Equinox – a short story based on the first card of the Major Arcana. Cass first saw the train at 11:59 p.m., waiting at a platform that shouldn’t exist. She knew every corner of that busy stretch of road from its crooked streetlamps to its…
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I’m Rowan
Welcome to BookOfEucalypt, my little piece of the internet since 2011. I write about all things Paganism, Herne the Hunter, my path, with bits of poetry and short stories thrown in for good measure.
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