“They know you can take it. You have always been a warrior, even in your reluctance. Every life. They’re saying it now: She can handle it.”
In moments of dreaming, have you ever been aware of some shadowy ‘other’ just along the periphery, watching you and lending a subtle but unearthly hand to the proceedings?...
" The Graces always struck me as ultimate #squadgoals..."
"When we too are armed and trained..."
Essays & Explorations
Just east of Lake Como, nestled against the forested mountains of Cortenova, sits an inarguably haunted house.
Just east of Lake Como, nestled against the forested mountains of Cortenova, stands the abandoned Villa De Vecchi. It was built in the 1850s to be the summer residence of Count...
My very personal account of moving to Italy, letting go of one's ghosts, and what a severed head in a pot of basil has to do with it.
I started to scribble a poem in Verona, titled 'I Want to Steal the Breasts of Juliet,' and while I never finished it, the sentiment still lingers...
Satan is a skinny b*tch.
There’s the haves and the have-nots, and the only thing standing between the two is a vinyl doll in pantaloons.
"What will we do with ourselves this afternoon, and the day after that, and the next thirty years?" Daisy Buchanan wasn't the only one to pose this existential dilemma.
Adventures in major depressive disorder.
*Editor's Note: First appeared in Rebelle Society
Originally published in American Slander, revisiting the room.
Paganism, Witchery, and Natural Magick
A chat about being a modern Witch in a material world.
In Catholicism and Christian mysticism, there is a term known as 'the dark night of the soul...
When I was fifteen I spent a few weeks out of the spring semester as an exchange student in Cologne, Germany. Our many guided outings took us to cathedrals and archaeological...
What if the everyday ritual found an equally sacred place in one’s own Book of Days?