Wherein Icker, eighteen, uses mescalin for the only time this life, and comes under withering investigation from two leprechaun-entities in a forest, and is found wanting…
Category / Fiction
November Hymn
For fellow Scorpio suns, this goodbye November prayer. I commiserate with you all. Aren’t we terrible?
Maya Fades To Real
What Is Light, Is Love
The Knee Brace
Lady From Elsewhen
Seekers often imagine the great shapers of destiny in our lives to be those personalities with whom we have lengthy and varied contact. But they are mistaken…
Pre-Destiny
How I longed once to know you without clothing. Grace me then the tact to embrace you without bodies…
Faith Is A Chrysalis
Needs Of The One
Who weighs life pragmatically, and who lets Romanticism hold sway, and what craft of divine providence sees value in their clashing?
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