image - Adam Bird Photography "It hurts," I cried. "I know," replied the Witch of my soul, "And look, the Forest beckons." So it did,...

Original art work - thefoxandtheraven Mist descends Like an ill-begotten shade Obscuring that, The sense you most rely And so I...

Crown Yourself in Roses "That’s the thing about the Crow eyed women With their lips bedecked in otherness You might think for a moment...

Here’s to the forgotten ones, The lonely hearts, Those who feel like they’re nobody’s first choice, Who feel like outsiders all day...

image original - alessioalbi There were howls of warning of what was coming; a song on the wind of the spiritual climate, teeth gnashing...