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I, too, have been in the underworld like Odysseus, and shall be there often yet … -   Friedrich Nietzsche Tripping into court Morality...

Dank thurible of oil and pine; A congregation draped in dust: paddles, oars, and mouldy sails; surfboards, lawn chairs, bits and bobs....

His dark, penetrating eyes are gazing right at you, inviting you to connect, to be your true self, conscious and present. And at the same...

she boiled rocks, you know on the stove to get rid of the spirits. an image of an elderly helen of troy one that did not disappear with...

David Bowie came to me in a great big dream. I’d just finished talking with Salvador Dali, he’d been teaching me how to make a million by...

The witch like me—the witch always sees— The four elements in harmony North South East West Skeleton fisherman Purges the depths....

The parchment will eventually go thin / you’ll brush it gently and yet it’ll tear / there’s no cure for the impending age / forget any...

I drive west from White Sulphur Springs in my black and bruised 2005 Silverado model 2500 4x4 Heavy Duty up 7% grades hauls easily 20,000...

I breathe the cursed air haunted fog with spectral halos white horse waves roll at my feet tossing dead souls as a sacrifice I tried to...

Hanging Babylon, fig trees of dream—uncut oasis, liquor of sun. Perfect Babylon: a sceptre, ailing queen, a gospel of hoaxes preachers...

The end of life is a beautiful woman beside you; her yellow self cast forth from the yellow lamp: a buzzing papilio yellow-robed, red...

I pray to Dionysus— begging him to walk me through his vineyard Asking him to sew me to his thigh and make me twice-born too I fear he is...

Magnificent Niké alights upon a plinth of stones her huge wings of blue the wrapped mantle of fine linen around her legs hemmed in blue...

I believe there is a conspiracy ongoing involving all of us. I don’t know when or where it began, nor who initiated it. They occult from...

My toes curl into the sand on a New England shore / thousands of miles (even years) from another world. My ancestors lived by the moon,...

Enticed by the soft pine-needle floor, I trace the ridgeline upon a whisper of a trail where the ghosts of Indigenous peoples chip arrow...

“What is your name?” I finally asked on that cold and hopeless morning, as we stood naked on the hilltop, knowing we were irredeemable....

Both are watered together, Faux-foliage and living plants, A mixture blessed by my spouse. Dampened in the early morning sun, Facets from...

Twelve of us dropped our pale feet against the ground on your orders thinking between the lines of a silk edged rope that perhaps despite...

I’ve had dreams of demons Visiting me under the velvet blanket of night— When most would wake With shivers of fear, These are the least...