{poem + story} you smell like moonlight on my skin.

{poem + story} you smell like moonlight on my skin.

your bared moonlit handson my bared moonlit skinon my purest more sacred thoughtson my purest most truest faithfulnessand i, a never-ending necklace of your slow kissing lipspausing only for a breathing spirit breathingprayer of your hands in the church of skinyou and...
Nuances, Kindness and The Art of Temperance

Nuances, Kindness and The Art of Temperance

Today I came across a quote by author Tom Cox: “The way the world is set up today, if you’re making art, music, writing books, even if you’re doing it well and making people happy, it’s so easy to feel you’re not doing enough because it’s so hard to earn a...
Behind The Green Door, Destiny Awaits

Behind The Green Door, Destiny Awaits

“True adventurers have never been plentiful. The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate. Half-adventurers–brave and splendid figures–have been numerous. But each of them had a prize to win, a goal to kick,...
Art of Tarot: The High Priestess

Art of Tarot: The High Priestess

In silence I hear the loudest and in stillness I know. Truths are freely given to those who have the eyes to see; beyond the veil of roses painted red. There is a spiritual master waiting to be awakened beneath the shroud of your skin. So, come inside and conceive the...