Occultavia (1988)

Daniel Swearingen


“Because no retreat from the world can mask what is in your face.” – Gregory Maguire

“What is strange, when the strangest things are born from G_D.” – DS

I thought for a moment that it could be the late hour, the tricks of the night on the eye, the curves of the highway. I thought too much on it at first, and then I thought not on it at all, as the hillside parted, and that which was movement moved.

The space around her appeared barren, the frozen fog closing gaps around her lithe figure, changing not it’s form, yet somehow it changed. That she was the first witch, that I knew, and although there is reason that I should have known it not, yet in that late hour it became a part of me, something in reflection, I would rather it be not.

The years since then, that…

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3 comments on “Occultavia (1988)

      • I was born in Harrison Arkansas, but grew up in New Mexico. My maternal grandparents had a wonderful farm in a little berg “Valley Springs” outside of Harrison. It is there I was driving Christmas 1988. 😉 Sounds beautiful! I have two grandchildren living in Conway. I had quite a few Swearingen’s that lived in the Missouri Ozarks. 🙂

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