Underneath the watchful eye of the pregnant moon, myth and magic shape the dark, breathe life into thick air, call out those of us who are restless in the skins we were born with.

The past few months have found my interest in spiritual matters, let alone religion and God, dwindling greatly. Where I once would sit and read my beloved theologians for hours, now I find that I have very little patience for them. This trend disturbs me, likely because it feels so foreign. All my life I’ve […]