A River Between Chaos and Zen

1. Upon an early summer Saturday evening, I found myself drawn into a magickal ritual working of Celtic/Chinese descent. Its’ overtones...

1. Poking the full moon with the tip of my sword she cries at my provocation weeping upon waters drizzling clouds fertil...

I was trying like hell not to cry before going to bed tonight but that failed miserably as do all assumptions that...

I was in therapy and on Xanax over the shenanigans and goings over my stupid job at a toxic and dysfunctional company (who I'll call t...