We said to the universe: Please drive faster. Said: Wait up, disaster! Maybe we have an inkling of what we’re summoning even as draw the circle on the floor.
Read MoreThis issue is not a crescendo but a car crash, perfect as death, sudden as becoming. It eats its ghosts alive, mouth raw & open. It refuses to blink.
Read MoreIt’s a strange thing, to have a relationship with an instrument as complex and fraught as mine is with the harmonium.
Read MoreWhat a space we made for ourselves last night—& when I say space I hope you hear salvation. You’re the best love we know, dear songbirds.
Read MoreI think we as humans experience a collective aching to know ourselves, and psychics & therapists each illuminate different access points.
Read MorePlease join us at Half Mystic’s latest gathering this coming Saturday, April 18, 2020, at 9 P.M. EST.
Read More& now, spinning in the center of pandemic, what is celebration in an era of loss? Of isolation? She said resilience. I heard re-silence.
Read MoreNow, I don’t know how to write about the spring without writing about the sickness. It’s a tricky and selfish thing.
Read MoreThe women of Wuthering Heights take up substantial space in their caustic, expansive splendor.
Read MoreWhat novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known and loved because it is known?
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