Lindsey Mills

Hello fellow magicians :) Do you remember the warm summer breeze, the sprinkle of cool rain, and the euphoria of zooming down A1A? If you were among the cosmic group who joined us for the inaugural 𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈 𝖘𝖔𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖙𝖞 Full Moon Rollout on August 1, you'll know what I'm talking about. Our alter egos gathered at the southern trail head, a vibrant mix of skates, blades, bikes, and boards, and under the pull of the Aquarius Supermoon, this enchanting coven of 1...

hi I'm Lindsey :) I'm a multimedia creatrix, the bassist of indie rock band Surfer Blood & a Florida swamp witch wandering web3. I grew up in West Palm Beach, FL (where I still live today) in a household of musicians with a recording studio instead of a garage. I started my own label to release my first album of original songs in 2006 at age 16. Coming up in the era of file-sharing, Livejournal & Myspace, the DIY punk ethos resonated with me & to this day I keep it at the center of ...

{Originally shared as an entry to the Whimsy Sisters #spookywhimsies story contest in October 2022} A witch went foraging for bolete mushrooms one balmy afternoon after a rainstorm. She frolicked through the red fescue, trailing yellow skirts stained with the muddy earth, her leather pouch bouncing on the belt at her waist. Sweat glistened on her forehead and her smile glowed right off her face. Once she broached the glen, the light went dim and shadows played tricks on her eyes as she search...

{Originally shared as an entry to the crypto coven Tree of Echoes story contest in May 2022} zinnia, the deep beach, ever a sifter of the sands of time, picked up a prismatic hourglass from among the many glass vessels that lined each surface of the solarium. They turned it over thoughtfully, and the oolitic sand that glistened inside began to tumble inexorably down. Oolite, the smoothest of all sands, is formed on the seafloor. While underwater, the surface of each tiny grain teems with bact...

gm!!!!!!! Why do I suddenly feel transported to my childhood bedroom circa 2004, up past midnight in the glow of my turquoise clamshell iBook, carefully crafting my first Livejournal post? [This is my Livejournal ;)] Maybe it’s nostalgia… …maybe it’s the Millenial urge to find real love while making a fast fortune on the internet… …but lately I see all things web3 with a holographic sheen. I’m lit up with the potential here. If you’re reading this, isn’t it delicious? To be, as Alexis Ohanian...