He stood above me and his head blocked out the entirety of the sun, giving him a look one wouldn’t hesitate to deem prophetic. Next, he was crouching next to me and I could see all of his face and thought of much younger than I had perceived. His wrinkles…

A Love Story Rocking back and forth in creaky wooden chairs on a creaky wooden porch, an old man and an old woman sit. On occasion, their rocking is so, that their clothing brushes up against each other’s and it seems sometimes to be like a thin curtain dancing with…

He talked of demons fucking eachother in poses of the yogic tradition. He insisted we unplug from the matrix of the east, for that was the work of the devil. He said he could feel the red hot devilish energy emanating from our aura. I asked him what it was…