Pick a card at dawn. The Tarot informs the day. Direction, or fate?
Red leaves on the tree fall to the ground with the wind in a gentle death.
Religion is moot. The divine speaks in silence only the heart hears.
“I am not a witch.” But aren’t we all, if we pray for transformation?
You might have noticed that I’ve been posting haiku these past few days. “Why?” you might well ask. Because my friend — artist, author and agitator Noah Scalin — has a new book coming out (365: A Daily Creativity Journal), and he’s promoting daily creativity breaks to help restore a bit of sanity. You may […]
Vote! Cast your ballot! Others have lain down their lives so that you might choose.
NaNoWriMo start! Fifty thousand words this month. Got a good plot yet?