Misha The Poet Laureate

“God is not Almighty. He struggles, for he is in peril every moment; he trembles and stumbles in every living thing, and he cries out.”

-Kazantzakis, the last temptation of christ. A Heresy I can get behind.

Good morning, it is 2026-05-04, and it’s a Monday.

Get up at 5:30 because I’m back on my bullshit. Spend an hour reading overnight news and checking the socials. Feed Gus the cat. Listen to him meow. Somehow he opened the bedroom door and was meowing at Jade to wake up. Reprimanded him, and closed the door more securely. Piss. Make pour over coffee. Sit down at the Black Book, and write out my morning routine, like a good girl pretending to write.

This week is going to be the kind of quiet busy I like. 2 coffee dates with friends. A short trip to the river. Breakfast with a friend at the city’s last shitty diner (affectionately). Trying to Meat those Days while I can.

I will not become the kind of writer who only writes about her cat.

Towards a Satanic Quakerism -A personal query

When asked what my religious views were this week I said this: Satanic Quaker. What does that mean?

Rebellion against the powerful
Questioning of all authority
Don’t doff your hat
Radical equality-and I mean it! You’re equal to others, so act with dignity and respect to all the others
Keeping it fucking simple

Spices:
Simple freedom
Persistence
Integrity
Creativity
Equality
Sensuality

I wait for the still small voices of the light and the wild to direct me.

Do as little harm. Stop fucking judging others.

Hail satan, and the other guy that lives rent free in my heart, the fucker.

Rebellion against power
Questioning of all authority
Don’t doff your hat
Radical equality
Keeping it fucking simple

quaker spices:
Simplicity: Keep it simple.
Peace: personal peace and nonviolence as a member of a majority, but also an acknowledgment that government should not have a monopoly on violence. The first step towards any kind of world peace is the disarming of power.
Integrity: try your best to be dependable. Let your yes be yes and your no be no. (this is one I struggle with)
community: Build it!
Equality: We are all equal because we are made of the same damn stuff. Have no power over others. Treat others with respect as long as they treat you with respect. Fundamentally anti fascist and pro equality. All are welcome.
Stewardship: we are flesh. Taking care of the world is self-preservation. Stop shitting where you eat. See the world as it is, and see it as sacred. Do as little harm as you can.

Satanic spices:
Satan equals freedom. Spiritual freedom. Intellectual freedom. Physical freedom. Your freedom should not impinge on the freedoms of others.
Persistence. Work towards your gold. Find your true path and follow it.
Integrity: try your best to be dependable. Let your yes be yes and your no be no. (this is one I struggle with)
Creativity: we create the world. Make the world you want to live in.
Equality: We are all equal because we are made of the same damn stuff. Have no power over others. Treat others with respect as long as they treat you with respect. If someone is working against equality we must fight them.
Selfishness/sensuality: We are driven by desire. Sex, magic, creation, sensuality-these all exist. Do not ignore them. Revel in them, with an eye towards who it harms.

How are these integrated? How they play off of each other?

This I believe.

Very eventful morning. Went swimming (which was mega busy, but I was able to get a big workout in), then steak and eggs at My Father’s Place, then free comic book day including a HUGE hug from Katie Pryde and a comic about the Thompson Elk, and what it means. Now home and ready for a LONG nap.

Good morning. It is Saturday, and that means I have freedom. But I’m not sure what kind of freedom that is.

The new job is an on call operator job at a catholic hospital. Part of me really loves the idea of that. Not being stuck in the same schedule week after week. Overnights, but we can learn to live in that liminal twilight world. Continuing to live in paper and world afterwards. Recovery and delight.

Going to swim this morning. If you would have told me that I would be choosing to work out a third time in a week because I wanted to a year ago, I would have called you crazy.

Gus continues to be a treasure. A small sweet animal wandering the house, asking for Jade and all of us. I guess the us in this case is me.

The world is not coming to an end. We have to deal with it. 🙂 Isn’t that delightful and horrifying?

-Misha Moon