Prophetic Introspection

In a world of trauma, crumbling cultural systems and shifting identities, we must write from our Third-Eye. All entries below are an attempt to do so... You can also find me here. https://www.facebook.com/propheticintrospection

Goddess Love

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What do you think, could we be free together? I see kitchen tables stacked with mason jars, kisses on the neck standing in the ...

Wide Octopus Stare

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It felt so hollow lonely in the marshes of the underground, my tentacles flapping in breezes, intertwining arms with weeping willow...

Impulse and the In-Betweeners

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I had this overwhelming sensation, like that last sip of alcohol you take in at the end of the night through which you at once moan w...

Spice and Whiskey (for Jordan)

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Spicy sauces stirred together in spider webbed, candle lit kitchens, knives and spoons clamor to voice their opinions on just...
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