Confession, First & Last

A boy easily distracted By the tilt of a maiden’s bustle By falling locks, a pair of legs, and A stout pint B’fore the new trend B’fore the brass totem (Bear, Wolf, Raven!) {Trumpet Blast} There was a tyme (En the long ago) When eye wallow’d en shit w/ the best of them And darkness […]

The Next Rabbit Hole

The Mead Drinker drinks. He drinks with the Goddess Saga secretly at her sunken bench. He drinks, gets drunk, disorients his senses and, if he is fortunate, is granted an audience with the Stars; namely, the resident Energies of the darkly lit Collective Unconscious. His existence is a tragic one as he is forever subject […]